If I were HER, I would have made a bee-line to my supervisor requesting a conference and I would have explained how finding a note made me feel and she and I would have discussed, until I was satisfied, a better option for notifiying the black nurses the next time racist jackass comes in and says something like that.
As I've previously mentioned, I was born with a physical limitation. Over the years I've had to make a choice. Over and over again, BTW.
Run crying to someone every time I've encountered discrimination. Every time I've been on the receiving end of cruel jokes. Every time I've seen rejection in the eyes of a potential employer upon entering his office for an interview. Every time I've heard a child ask his/her parent about me.
OR
I could accept that there are people in this world who reject anyone who doesn't meet their "standards". At some point in my life, I realized that my Saviour was rejected, too. Did He call for conferences? Did he demand discussion until He was "satisified"? Did He demand "better options" from those who surrounded Him -- those who nailed Him to the cross? He who could have spoken and returned EVERYTHING to what it was before Genesis 1:1.
In closing, when I consider what Jesus endured on my behalf (and ALL others who will accept Him), what I've endured during this lifetime by those who discriminate is NOTHING. So what, if I encounter more of the same in the morning. It's a fleeting instance, so small there is no time comparison with the prospect of spending ETERNITY with HIM.