I first saw the image on a flag wielded by a Black Caps supporter on the news yesterday afternoon.
I managed to hide my initial reaction – to recoil in disgust – because my flatmate chuckled at it. But I had to say something.
“That’s not a suitable flag.” I meant to show on the news, but I also meant in general.
“It’s something you pass around between your mates, but it’s not a flag,” she replied.
I agreed, because I couldn’t put into words my discomfort.
I often feel that way. I don’t speak out because I don’t have the right words.