I’m not the first to feel like this, and sadly I won’t be the last.
Last night was the first night I’ve gone out in a while. The group of people I was in was good, the music was good, everybody was having a pretty good time. The way back home is another story.
After saying bye to my friends, I started walking to my car. It couldn’t have taken more than 5 minutes. During that time, I was verbally harassed by different groups of men.
“Go back to Asia,” “Ey girl, can you tell me where that Wal-Green’s at? Come here,” and my favorite, “First off, she doesn’t even have ass…”
Good job, you picked on a girl walking by herself at night.
I would’ve loved to give them a full blown piece of my mind– but I’m more concerned for my own safety than feeling satisfied, though the latter’s incredibly tempting. And it feels limiting, how I can’t ruthlessly stand up for myself physically. I want to be able to protect myself, but at the same time there shouldn’t be any need to feel unsafe in the first place.
None of these men would’ve made those comments if they were on their own, without their buddies, without any “liquid courage,” without using nighttime as their justification, their mirage. If you’ve got something to say, look me straight in the eye and say it.
What hurts the most is how objectified they made me feel and all the feelings that come with it. Some people will never be able to comprehend– or even attempt to comprehend– the subjugated experience themselves. What those men said to me isn’t an occurrence, it’s only the tip of the iceberg of something far more sinister, so appallingly entwined in our culture that it questions my faith in humanity.