A heavy boy with the flag of the Confederation stands motionless in front of the monument to General Lee.

He salutes his stone commander.

And before him is a crowd of supporters of peace, love, tolerance and diversity.

And they, adherents of love, literally crouched from hatred.

They, the admirers of tolerance, yell and scream, and jump in front of the dead boy, and draw their fake hands to him, and try to offend him somehow at least somehow...

But nothing comes out.

The boy stands so calmly, as if there is no monkey garbage in front of him, as if he were alone in the square - and his general.

Who does he look like?

And he looks like a black girl, who as dispassionately passed through the raging racist crowd when she first went to school in the 1950s.

But now another century, and quite different people assert their authority, and they try to trample everyone who does not agree with them.

"Peace and Love," once a way of freedom, have become the rhetoric of humiliation, domination and censorship, and whenever a hypocritical person quotes Nelson Mandela or Martin Luther King, a street herd demolishes monuments, scribbles and scans cheap curses.

The herd is panting with rage.

And the boy is standing.

© Dmitry Olshansky