ABSTRACT
A few weeks ago, a swastika appeared in chalk on the street in front of our house. Near it was written “Die!!! in a childish hand. I have no way of knowing whether this message was directed toward me and my family. I am a Jewish woman, just starting to explore what my heritage means to me. Even if those scrawlings of hatred had nothing to do with me directly, they still chilled me right to the bone.
