I know the instinct—to show others, to say *look at this, it’s happening.* You want to raise awareness, to warn people. But when you share it, when you repeat it, even in outrage, you help it spread. These ideas—fascist, hateful, dehumanizing—don’t care if you agree. They just want to be seen. Every repost, every mention, gives them more life. You don’t need to do that. You saw it? Then you handle it. Quietly, firmly, completely. Cover the graffiti. Peel down the sticker. Report the account. Tear up the flyer. Don’t make a spectacle of it. Don’t pass it along. Don’t let it live another moment. We shouldn’t be subjecting others to this filth, especially not children—especially not those still forming their sense of self, of safety, of belonging. Every time we let this ugliness sit in public, unchallenged, we allow it to fester. To root. To grow. It’s not about blame. It’s about responsibility. About love—for each other, for the vulnerable, for the future. Stopping hate isn’t just resistance. It’s care. It’s community. It’s saying, *you don’t have to see this today. Not on my watch.* So be the interruption. Be the reason that message doesn’t go further. Let it end with you—not in anger, but in protection. In quiet, fierce love.