August 12th shall live in infamy.

Charlottesville, VA. Donald Trump's War #1.

I really thought that his first foray into war would be elsewhere, but I was mistaken. It happened here. In America. My heart is so heavy, I question my decision to marry an American and to strike my roots here.

I just remembered. In my dream last night I was being chased by neo-Nazis. As I ran, a hand grabbed me and took me away. I looked at whose hand it was, it wasn't Eric, my tall, white husband, but an older, shorter, stocky white man.

This is the reality for people of color. We do what we can, we protest, we march. But without our white allies, there is only so much we can do.

That is why my husband insists on coming with me whenever I have to go somewhere unknown. That is why I feel safer when my children go places with my their white dad than with me. My husband is aware of his white privilege and uses it to protect his family.

Dear white people, YOU HAVE white privilege. Use it. Use your white privilege against racism. Use it to act. Because to stay quiet is tantamount to tacit consent.