Looking into the mystery of Coronado's 'hate crime warning' home paintings
For many, Coronado Island symbolizes the epitome of paradise. For others, however, that paradise has long come at the expense of many others. As this home on Pomona Ave––which is visible almost immediately upon entering the island––illustrates, that sacrifice is one that many continue to live with, within and beyond the isolated city's limits.
Though the home pictured above may be a familiar sight to some, its origin story continues to be shrouded in mystery, largely due to local residents (and even media) seemingly going to far lengths to ignore its existence. In fact, not one article on the house or its case can be found online––and those that did exist have now been mysteriously deleted. So, the question remains: what happened?
The story of the Pomona Ave home dates back to 2006, when homeowner Mrs. Jones filed a civil lawsuit against the city of Coronado following what she claimed was over ten years of police brutality against her child (a native to Coronado). The last straw, Jones said, was only days after her son's 22nd birthday, when Coronado Police performed a traffic stop on the young adult, then proceeded to mace and beat him to the ground, pummeling his head in the process.
That final ordeal, Jones claimed, rendered her once 200-pound athlete son into a 140-pound recluse who gave up the will to speak or leave his home. The civil case was immediately thrown out of court.
Since, Coronado police have argued that the case dismissal was proof enough that Jones' claims were bogus. Other former Coronado officers, however, have voiced their concerns, with one telling 10News in a now-deleted 2006 article, "I have no doubt that [racial profiling] occurs in Coronado. I have seen it."
As for Jones, the case dismissal was enough to let the mother and homeowner take matters into her own hands, painting warning signs of racism in Coronado on both facades of her home. Ever since, Jones' home has almost acted as a mirror of the deeply embedded racism that still permeates within the island, and just like the messages painted across her garage doors, many are fine just pretending it doesn't exist.