Hey assholes who harassed me on the street last weekend- Go Fuck Yourselves.
It was 1 AM and I was walking the 4 blocks back to my car after a show. I was alone, female, and wearing a short dress. I saw a group of guys standing on the sidewalk and GUESS WHAT? I switched to the other side of the street to avoid you.
That you then started shouting at me that I was afraid of black people was frightening- not because you were right, but because I was now a woman alone on a pitch black street with a group of guys shouting at me. Then, when you abandoned your righteous anger and focused on certain body parts that you were intrigued by- shouting them after me as if they were my name- that’s when I really got scared.
I’m not from a town with safe streets like Portland. I'm not an idiot. To be a woman alone at night is a dangerous thing. I've been raped and all my friends have been, too. I have to look after myself.
Let me ask you- if your sister or your girlfriend was walking alone at night, and she came across a group of guys being loud on the street, what would you want her to do?
Yeah. I thought so. Fuck you.
I get righteous indignation, I really do. I'm feeling it right fucking now. But congratulations- your shallow, ego-driven rage helped to perpetuate a stereotype, and it has nothing to do with race. What it taught me is that men are disgusting fucking predators, and that I was apparently not nearly scared enough.
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