I had to get the police involved, but they weren’t much help. So, I went directly to the mayor. He was very understanding and had a personal connection to my neighborhood—his grandmother had built the very first house there.

That same afternoon, after our conversation, he had officers stationed in a spot where they could monitor the stop sign. On the very first day, they issued nine tickets.

This all happened after I had already been threatened on Nextdoor—just for answering a question about identifying a repeat offender.

Someone had asked me to list the vehicles I frequently saw running the stop sign, so I did. One neighbor responded, “A silver F-150? You’ll have to be more specific than that—there are at least five silver F-150s in this neighborhood.”

So, I clarified and said, “It’s the silver F-150 with the Trump bumper sticker on the right side.”

I should have never said that. People immediately took it as an attack on Trump and his supporters. What followed was a wild few months.