I, too, once loved those statues, not so long ago. I thought they stood for resilience and pride, for the other side of every story, for a nation grappling with the sorrows of its own rending.
We need to hold Christians accountable, and we need to lay waste to the idea that the only good Christian is a gentle one.
We have a duty not to run away, bury our heads in the ground or shield ourselves from suffering just because we don’t like how it makes us feel.
Do we wear diversity as a badge, patting ourselves on the back for being racially diverse without actually entering into any relationships with people of other races and cultures?
The arc of fear is a powerful motivator. But the arc of fear never finishes bending where it seems to lead, because under the immense pressure of such a significant force, it will always at some point break.