On the day we arrived in Virginia, last Saturday, the Richmond cemetery that houses Jefferson Davis, two presidential graves, and thousands of confederate soldiers had been roped off as a crime scene. Aging and irreplaceable crosses and headstones had been destroyed or shattered. Someone came in with a sledgehammer and went to town. As we traveled across the state for the next week, I knew this would be our last stop before catching our plane home, but I hadn’t fully prepared myself for the sight of fallen crosses and split headstones just a few feet from the bodies of Tyler and Monroe. Surely this gives new meaning to the notion of someone rolling in their grave. Hard to Rest In Peace when the earth above is full of rage.
