Just last month, there were three of them-all women, all about my age, all white.  Three of them. Not one lone extremist. Three of them, standing in the afternoon thunder shower, across from the  Holocaust Museum in DC, holding signs saying, "Jews Killed Jesus," "God Hates Jews," and "Jews are Going to Hell." One had a sign down by her right side, apparently of lesser importance, depicting a human fetus as the meat in what was captioned, "Obamaburger." Three of them, supporting one another. Three of them who had to travel there, make the signs, and stand on a street corner in a thunderstorm. 

I wanted to walk across the street and ask them what it was in their life experience that led them there-to stand on a street corner and use their first amendment right to spew that sort of hatred, and how their obvious hatred for Jews got all tied up with the dig at Obama about abortion, and what it's like to live, day in, day out, carrying that sort of hate. And how it is that there was no one in their life who stepped up to challenge them, to say, "have you lost your mind?" But, I didn't. Do we ever?

They were women. They looked like me. And there were three of them. Somehow that made it worse.

And, then today, this. Are they related? To each other? To the person who shot Dr. Tiller? Probably only by hatred.

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