Morning view, it's good to remember these peaceful places of solitude. It's not always like this ya know. - What happened in Charlottesville yesterday, all of the horrible White Supremacist rhetoric and violence, got me thinking about my time growing up in the South. Every summer I would spend months on my Grandfathers farm in Pollocksville, NC. I'd ride on his tractor and explore the woods. Neat little side story here is our family use to own the land that is now Camp Lejeune. Anyhow it really was a lovely time. But my Grandfather would casually and despairingly drop the N word to cut others down. He would tell me stories about being a young boy and growing up around freed slaves his father owned, but not as if they were humans to be loved, but that an outside force made them change and now they'd have to pretend and go along. - I hated that side of my Grandfather. Even as a young boy in my heart I knew it was wrong. But then I'd go back home to the big city that had new perspectives where folks didn't talk like that and all seem fine. But that really wasn't true, it was just more subtle, masked in some sort of nod to history as if it deserved that respect. The schools I went to were Stonewall Jackson Middle and the Lee-Davis High. Our mascot was a Confederate solider, he would ride across the field on a horse carrying the school flag. Wild right? I graduated in 2001, this wasn't that long ago y'all. Blows my mind thinking that the leaders and adults in that generation felt justified in their White Resentment. - Those were the things on my mind this morning as I looked out across the dry Montana landscape. I know one thing for sure, now more than even, I'm looking forward to a more diverse America. I'm gonna embrace it.