You’re on my bus every morning when I get on at Highfield. With your short hair and velcro and cargo pants you look like a militaristic narrow-minded bigot. You never interact with any other riders and are always reading books that glorify war. This morning, you’re reading about the Commandant of Auschwitz and that really scared me. There’s no place for neo-nazis on public transit so please take a later bus. —Girl Who Refuses To hate