Written for the word prompt What Do You See https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/
Sarah held her small suitcase, and wandered across the streets, hoping for somewhere to stay. There were vacancies, but not in 1953, not for her. Great Britain had fought a war on her behalf, but it was still legal to put signs up in the window.
No Jews, no Blacks, no Dogs.
It felt like she was being dehumanised because of her religion, when she was just the same as everyone else. She stared at the number on her wrist, a permanent reminder of a camp, so basic, so atrocious, so wrong. There were days when she closed her eyes, and she was back there.
Vacancies. It lit up the window, and as she walked closer, there were no other signs. She knocked on the door, and a young woman answered. In her early twenties, she had a smile that reached the corner of her eyes.
“Have you any vacancies?”
“We have a room available, what is your name?”
“Sarah, but before you start I’m Jewish. I’m proud I’m Jewish, so if your room suddenly becomes unavailable.”
“It’s still available Sarah,” she said. “My name’s Mary, how long do you want to stay?”
There was hope, and one day the law will be changed, so that it wouldn’t be legal to but up those heinous signs. It wasn’t everyone. In the main Sarah had been welcomed when she couldn’t go back home. But those signs stood out like neon, and showed the other, deep rooted side of racism.