Not so much with the rest of the nation, however, I felt special pangs of guilt, doubt, and remorse over the violence that engulfed Charlottesville, and the death of Heyer. For I had personally argued the Supreme Court case fighting for the rights of racist groups like the Ku Klux Klan and American neo-Nazis to spread their bile on the streets and parks of Virginia. What had my advocacy wrought? I felt vaguely complicit in the hate speech, in the violence, in the carnage and the death.
