In case you're lucky enough not to be able to see this blurry image, it is a sticker on the back window of a truck. It depicts the figure of a woman, on her hands and knees, with the confederate flag superimposed on her. It's captioned: Southern Style.
Sitting at a red light behind the guy with this on his truck, I had a very difficult time subscribing to that lovely notion of not making immediate judgments about someone. In other words, I exclaimed: “What an ASSHOLE!”
(But let me gamely attempt to find another explanation in the spirit of not making those snap judgements. For all I know, a thoughtful, intelligent guy could be driving this truck. Perhaps he just bought this truck from someone up the road, and is cringing while driving it, knowing that everyone with an ounce of respect for women or African-Americans, or, indeed, southerners, is thinking he’s a jerk. He might even have a little spray bottle of that goo-be-gone bumper sticker remover stuff and a little knife, and he’s just waiting for the first parking lot that he can pull into to get the sticker off of his car. Plausible? Eh, maybe not. Probably just an asshole after all…)