I know the sounds of objects hitting flesh. A thin wood stick whistles as it slices through the air and thwacks when it makes contact. A hollow plastic tube releases a deep rush of air and then thumps. A metal club cuts through the air silently, like a fist, but instead of the light crush of flesh-on-flesh, it issues a stomach-churning thud.
I know these sounds, because I was in Charlottesville.
Nicole Hemmer