Seeing daggers of hate in Americans eyes used to be a rare phenomenon. Now you can expect to see them daily, sometimes hour after hour, minute by minute.
The first time I saw burning hatred, those daggers, in another person’s eyes was in early 1970 when I was finishing the last year of my undergraduate degree. The hate was directed at me, so that glare of sheer loathing stuck with me. Happily, though, a couple decades went by before the next dagger sighting. It was a different place and different eyes, yet also zeroed in on me. Hence, that occurrence was memorable as well.