A few
months ago, I just missed a subway train, and as I was at the bottom of the
stairs, I saw a very tall and heavy (white) man in a sports jersey pound a few
times on the just-closed doors, as the train went to move away.
From the
way he moved, I could tell he was really drunk, and he staggered over to some
younger (black) woman who was waiting for a train the opposite direction and who he was much larger than, and he said something
nonsensical to her in a kind of threatening way...
I edged
up to the far end of the platform, keeping them in my eye, in case I
needed to run up the stairs there, either to get help for her, or to avoid him.
Luckily
he left her alone, and staggered and slouched over to the other side of the
platform down at the other end of the platform.
Then,
another younger (black) woman came down the stairs, and was going to go down to
where the really drunk guy was, so I quietly called over to her and told her to be
careful, since there was a really big drunk guy down at the other end who was
approaching people in a weird and threatening way.
She
looked down where he was, composed herself and got all meek, and went down past him without him
noticing her.
Then, a
few minutes later, these three older (black) women come down the stairs, and
they also went to head in the direction of the really drunk guy, so I also
quietly called over to them and told them to be careful.
“Don’t
worry baby,” the one was like, “We got you covered,” and she dug in her purse
and pulled out a big container of pepper spray.
“Oh no,
not again!”, one of her friends cried out, and started laughing.
“Seriously,”
the first woman was like, “Thanks for the warning, but don’t worry about us, we
know what to do.”
Then,
they began walking down toward the big drunk (white) guy just as my train started pulling up.
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