Today, I was on my way out to lunch with a colleague. As we approached the outside door, he said, "Is that a swastika?"
Someone had stickered the building door with a bright red sticker with hate speech and a big swastika. It looked like a bloody wound. It made me ill. I removed it from the door, walked immediately to the university president's office, handed it in. There was a police report filed.
My humanity feels assaulted. I feel icky. I struggle with wanting to throw up, knowing that someone felt bold enough to post that. The day's significance is not lost. Today is the 60th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. The hate speech was directed at African Americans, but it doesn't really matter. I'm a white woman and I felt as if it was directed at me. Because it was.
The coward who posted the swastika didn't have the guts to sign his or her name to the handiwork. Cockroaches always retreat back to the dark.