Novelist Jessica Shattuck wrote a New York Times op-ed about the emotional quandary of loving her grandmother, an unrepentant Nazi. “I Loved My Grandmother. But She Was a Nazi” is a delicate lyrical piece about the complexities of human nature and the intersections of the ordinary, the commonplace, the heinous, the monstrous. She tries to approach the conundrum of loving someone complicit in horrid acts against others without denying the potency on either side of the equation.

But her piece, which I recommend, is not what got me thinking. I’ve heard so many reasons/excuses of white women for loving their…

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A Stanford-trained musicologist who recently took a career swerve after 20 yrs in Texas. With a Columbia MFA in writing & translation she moved back home to TN.

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