Hey assholes who harassed me on the street last weekend: Go fuck yourselves. It was 1 am and I was walking the four 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. To be a woman alone at night is a dangerous thing. If your sister or your girlfriend were walking alone at night, and she came across a group of guys being loud on the street, what would you want her to do? I get righteous indignation, I really do, but your shallow, ego-driven rage helped to perpetuate a stereotype, and it has nothing to do with race.—Anonymous