A chubby boy with the flag of the Confederation stands motionless in front of the monument to General Lee.
He salutes his stone commander.
And before him - a crowd of supporters of "peace, love, tolerance and diversity".
And they, "adherents of love", literally crouched from hatred.
They, the "admirers of tolerance", yell and scream, and jump in front of the boy, show offensive gestures, and try to offend him at least somehow.
But nothing comes out.
The boy stands so calmly, as if there is no monkey garbage in front of him, as if he is alone in the square - and his general.
To whom does he look like?
And he looks like a black girl, who dispassionately passed through the raging racist crowd when she first went to school in the fifties.
But now another century, and quite different people assert their authority, and they try to trample everyone who does not go with them in the foot.
"Peace and Love," once a way of freedom, has become the rhetoric of humiliation, domination and censorship, and whenever a hypocritical person quotes Nelson Mandela or Martin Luther King, a street herd demolishes monuments, scribbles and spits out cheap curses.
The herd is panting with rage.
And the boy is standing.