I remember that run like it was yesterday—not because I was breaking records or anything, but because of what I saw. Iowa City might look like your typical small-town college town, all cozy with coffee shops and bookstores, but some ugly ass s**t lurks beneath the surface. Like actual racist graffiti spray-painted on an old, crumbling factory wall downtown. And this wasn’t some vague tagging or random vandalism—it was hate spelled out in the ugliest, most brazen way possible.
There it was, glaring at me in massive, angry letters on the side of what used to be an automobile factory. Now it’s just a busted-up relic of some industrial glory days long dead, covered with random graffiti. But this? This wasn’t art or self-expression—it screamed “n*****s Not Welcome.” Yeah, like a pitiful welcom
