A Terrifying Expeience

I was walking home from studying at the GWU library and a man was standing in front of Trader Joe’s on my way home. I was across the street and when he saw me, he started walking across the street. Naturally feeling uncomfortable I crossed toward Trader Joe’s to get far away from him and he said “Hey” in a loud voice. I ignored him and kept walking but he continued shouting to me in spanish, asking me what my name was, how old I am and “what’s up.” I continued to walk away until he screamed “HEY, STOP” and I felt that he was closer than he should have been if he had kept walking.

I turned and saw him coming toward me so I shouted, “Leave me alone please, leave me alone.” He continued walking toward me speaking spanish so I screamed, “LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE.” I saw lights coming on in apartments above me and he must have too because he put his hands up and said, “what time is it?” I responded, “Leave me alone” and he began slowly b acking away, continuously asking for the time. Finally, I felt he was a safe distance away for me to continue walking home, but I never completely turned my back to him. I watched as he turned the corner and out of sight and then waited to make sure he didn’t come back to see where I lived.

This was a terrifying experience at the time and I refuse to walk home alone now! Be careful out there, even in the “safest” neighborhoods, anything can happen.

Submitted by anonymous

Location: 25th and L NW (Trader Joe’s)

Time of harassment: Late Night (12A-5A)

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2 responses to “A Terrifying Expeience

  1. There are no safe neighborhoods. At all. That’s a false comfort/belief many people hold. People of all income brackets and race can be criminals. You’re just as likely to get attacked in NW as SE, so don’t be complacent. Be AWARE!

  2. I used to think I lived in a perfectly safe neighborhood, until I hit my pre-teen and teen years, when about 50% of street harassment I’ve endured has happened. It angers me that I can’t walk comfortably in my own neighborhood.

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