Out Of Control on the Orange Line

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I just got off a train a few minutes ago that some obnoxious teens were causing hell on. Luckily it was my stop so it was no inconvenience to me in that sense.

The train gets to Rosslyn, one stop away from mine and a group of about 15 teens got on, yelling, screaming, cursing, talking about wanting to fight people, you know, the whole shebang. It’s the same old crap these kids always do when unsupervised. I was sitting close to the door they were crammed near, and since I didn’t want to pass near them when it was my time to get off I chose to walk backwards through the crowded aisle to another door.

There was a point between stops when they screamed so loudly that everyone’s hearts skipped a beat. I know I jumped! I couldn’t ignore this.

“Unless there’s an emergency, or someone’s injured or hurt, there’s no reason to scream like that,” I said. They got quiet for a second, but I knew it wasn’t because they were taking in my words. I knew the lesson wouldn’t be learned, and I’ve had too much experience dealing with kids like this to know they’d show me no respect. All they did was laugh at me. I repeated myself loudly: “Unless someone’s injured or hurt there is no reason to scream like that!”

I was laughed at and told “Shut the fuck up with your nappy bush!” I just got all my dreads cut off barely a week ago, and I’m still adjusting to having short hair, so yeah, their words stung for a moment. Then I realized I love my hair and no one else’s words should matter and also that regardless of how I look, how long my hair was, what I was wearing, etc., they’d find something else to target about me. That said, why the fuck should I care what these punks think about me?!

“You act like you belong in a zoo,” I said. “You have no class and no home training. I’m natural and proud!” They got louder, made more ugly commentary about me, and luckily my stop came and I got off.

I have Metro Police’s number on my phone, so I called it as soon as I got past the fare gates, told them about the incident (I made a mental note of the car they were in, 3113, and told them that) and where the train was headed.

I have no clue if the kids were caught since the officer on the phone didn’t take down my information, but I’m glad I took some form of action. I am sick and damn tired of kids, whose parents don’t raise them right (if at all), coming on trains, acting like they don’t have any sense, and making people miserable. There’s no way they can think this behavior is normal. Can’t they think of any other way of getting attention? I urge everyone to stand up to these teens. Don’t let them make you afraid. Believe you me I was nervous when I spoke up, but I did it. These kids aren’t going to change overnight, but keep calling them out on their behavior regardless. And even if you don’t get a response from the police, keep calling them until they start to get the hint that action must be taken to stop these kids from causing terror on the trains.

Submitted by Anonymous  on 6/26/2010

Location:Orange Line to Vienna

Time of Harassment: Evening rush Hour (3:30P-7:30P)

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5 responses to “Out Of Control on the Orange Line

  1. The car number was 3133, a typo on my part. Also, the group wasn’t just boys, there were girls in there as well. One teen couple was getting too intimate on the train for my taste.

    I’d also like to add that no one jumped to my defense when the teens took their hateful behavior against me. I got a few passive smiles from those glad I spoke up, but no one really backed me up. That’s why it’s very important that we help each other and stand up against this nonsense.

  2. I commend you for your firmness with these children. I have had a couple of run ins with dishonorable children on the train and it makes me sick! They make what should be simple transitions (going and coming back from work) extremly difficult. The sad thing is that they don’t realize how pitiful they look acting recless and causing comotion. I salute you!

  3. Golden Silence

    The sad thing is that they don’t realize how pitiful they look acting reckless and causing commotion.

    They truly don’t! I think a lot of them are surrounded by negative influences where people yell, scream, and insult each other, so that’s all they know. What bothers me is their apathy. How can these kids not care about hurting other people? How is insulting people so casual to them? I’ve never understood that.

  4. This has inspired me to be more vocal. I think you make a good point though – in these sort of interactions, people don’t help out. They just keep quiet or try not to look, or give a sympathetic smile (like that helps). I know I do the same sometimes. I need to stop doing that, because bullies thrive in isolation and if I’m not joining in reprimanding the bully, I’m contributing to the problem.

  5. Golden Silence

    There is definitely a safety in numbers, and if more people stepped in when someone standing up to harassers is outnumbered, then the harassers’ voices can be overpowered by good citizens.

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