Sabotabby, Scourge of Racist Drunkards
Jul. 30th, 2010 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yesterday afternoon, the class having wrapped up, I found myself on a patio sipping beer with my classmates and one of the instructors. I was the youngest person in our group, and the only woman. Behind us, a group of rowdier and older drunks were conducting their own inebriation session. Construction on the road provided a steady soundtrack of industrial-level pain.
A woman walked by, dressed all in black, wearing a niqab. As if to prove that street harassment happens no matter how many clothes a woman is wearing, one of the guys behind us started shouting at her.
"Terrorist!"
"Go back to your own country!"
"What's wrong with you?"
I stood up, turned around, glared, and in my best teacher voice, asked one of the men, "And what's wrong with you?" The guys at my table turned around to stare at the offenders as well.
The men at the other table hastily started making apologies for their friend: "He's drunk!" "He's crazy!" I sniffed disdainfully, sat back down, and returned to my beer and lively conversation.
A woman walked by, dressed all in black, wearing a niqab. As if to prove that street harassment happens no matter how many clothes a woman is wearing, one of the guys behind us started shouting at her.
"Terrorist!"
"Go back to your own country!"
"What's wrong with you?"
I stood up, turned around, glared, and in my best teacher voice, asked one of the men, "And what's wrong with you?" The guys at my table turned around to stare at the offenders as well.
The men at the other table hastily started making apologies for their friend: "He's drunk!" "He's crazy!" I sniffed disdainfully, sat back down, and returned to my beer and lively conversation.
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Date: 2010-08-02 10:09 pm (UTC)