When leftist antifa and anarchist forces, armed for violence, met neo-Nazi and white supremacists ready for violence, violence resulted. It will continue in this endless cycle of injury, blood and death, until it’s stopped by a more powerful force.
I’ve seen it with my own eyes: love is greater than hate.
And the weapon Pearce Tefft has chosen to fight with is love, and prayer. He penned a moving and powerful letter about his own son, Peter Tefft, who was one of the white nationalist marchers in Charlottesville.
I have shared my home and hearth with friends and acquaintances of every race, gender and creed. I have taught all of my children that all men and women are created equal. That we must love each other all the same.
Evidently Peter has chosen to unlearn these lessons, much to my and his family’s heartbreak and distress. We have been silent up until now, but now we see that this was a mistake. It was the silence of good people that allowed the Nazis to flourish the first time around, and it is the silence of good people that is allowing them to flourish now.
The elder Tefft continued, dishing out some tough love.
Peter Tefft, my son, is not welcome at our family gatherings any longer. I pray my prodigal son will renounce his hateful beliefs and return home. Then and only then will I lay out the feast.
The Tefft family can be excused for their confusion–multiple times in the letter, Pearce Tefft reiterated that Peter didn’t learn his “twisted worldview” at their home.
He once joked, “The thing about us fascists is, it’s not that we don’t believe in freedom of speech. You can say whatever you want. We’ll just throw you in an oven.”
In the end, it’s prayer and love that wins back prodigals.
Peter, you will have to shovel our bodies into the oven, too. Please son, renounce the hate, accept and love all.