Reply #42: A couple of times [View All]

[Chovexani]

A couple of times it was pretty indirect. I went to a wealthy pre-K to 12 private school on scholarship from pre-K to 8th grade. When I was in the 7th grade, the upper schoolers had an art project where they had to make life-sized standees of themselves, which were displayed throughout the school. One of the many Jewish friends I played D&D with had an older sister who did the project and someone carved a swastika into the forehead of her standee. We never found out who did it, but I remember having to go to assemblies and whatnot. It was pretty creepy. Later that year someone (I suspect the same person) vandalized flyers for the spring middle school musical. They scratched out the name of our much beloved drama teacher (who was gay) and wrote "fag" all over it, with swastikas, "KKK", etc. It was sickening, and more than a little scary. They never found out who did that either.

One time it was up close and personal. When I was five years old I went with my older sister and a couple of her friends down to see my cousin who lived in rural Maryland at the time. We were coming back from a local carnival/fair type thing one night when my cousin's friend, who was white and at the wheel, suddenly told us to duck down under the seats. The car came to a stop for a few seconds, then started off again. A few minutes later she said the coast was clear, and when I looked back out the car window there were these scary looking skinhead guys with baseball bats and stuff like that. My cousin's friend explained they were looking for cars with black people. I was only five, but I understood the implications of that. To this day I'm scared shitless when driving in rural areas at night. It's one of the reasons I like to stay in NYC.

--Chovexani