As I fumble through my tote bag, a┬ácat scurries past my feet. I find what I’m looking for: a can of flat black Krylon spray paint.┬áThe top is already off. As a graffiti writer in NYC, I’ve learned to be prepared. I lift the nozzle and point at my target – an old rusted sign nailed into a stone wall of a building. It reads: “Arabs, don’t even THINK about looking at a Jewish woman.” More»