Two days ago I was in midtown Manhattan and it was Ash Wednesday
Many people with ash crosses on their foreheads moved around me. Some joking, some eating a slice of pizza and some rushing towards their office. In short, an ordinary day except for the cross.
I thought what would have happened if a woman with an obviously Islamic garb and an ash cross on her forehead was walking on Lexington.
Or a nicely bearded Hasidic man sporting an ephemeral cross on his visage.
Where is Sacha Baron Cohen when you need him?