Fighting a swastika
When I was a young girl living in my ex Hare Krishna hotel house we had a few anti-sematic incidences. One of them remains strongly engrained in my head. Not just the experience, but absorbing my mother’s reaction to it.
One morning we opened our front door and were greeted by a horrendous sight. The building across from us had an ugly, black 10 foot swastika spray painted on its exterior wall. I never fully understood as a child what it meant but I knew that it meant people hated us because we were Jewish.
My mother contacted the building manager and requested that they have it removed… but day after day we would open our front door and be reminded of the hatred out there in our world.
After about a month and numerous phone calls my mother said “this is enough!”
She took us kids with a can of paint and paintbrushes and we painted over the swastika. It was such a moment of empowerment. That we could rise up against hate and right a wrong when no one in the world could care. Thank you Mommy for being my hero and teaching me how to face adversity with creativity