I was assaulted on my way to work this morning.
Right now, there is a pile of my blood on the sidewalk not 15 seconds from where I live.
I kiss the
Love of My Life good-by, take the elevator down, and take a left out of my apartment building for the 45-second walk to Grand Central. I am thinking about grabbing a coffee (large, regular) and a paper (the Post) at the corner of 44th and Lex. I am debating whether or not to put on my MD headphones, but really, it is too cold to take my hands out of my coat pockets.
I see a large, heavy-set guy walking towards me. He seems to be rambling, muttering to himself, but hey, this is New York. I’m used to that; he could be a bonds trader He is going on about “crackers”. Maybe I have been out of the States for too long, but I didn’t know until today that apparently it is the ‘N-’ word equivalent for whites. Anyway. I wasn’t really paying all that much attention to him.
As he walks by me, he round-houses me with a swinging left.
I think I blacked out for a bit. I managed to roll over, open my eyes, and see a pile of blood dripping from my mouth, my nose. People are running around. Someone asks me if I am OK. I try to speak, but the only thing that comes out is another pile of blood.
Turns out the guy was from a near-by shelter or something. Don’t know if he was drunk, or high, or what. But apparently he went on a three-block assault spree, whacking three or four white guys all up Lexington Ave. before turning on 44th. When the cops got there, he had attacked another guy on 43rd and 3rd.
Cops were nice, and fairly efficient, considering that they were answering calls of assault coming every 100 yards or so for about a three-block stretch. And considering the entire city is on a massive terror alert. One of the guys pulls me over, asks if I want to press charges. Realistically, he says, the guy will be taken to a mental hospital, and will probably be put back in the shelter in a few days.
Great. Just my luck. Man, I wish it could have been a rich suit that hit me. At least then I would have had the pleasure of suing the ever-loving shit out of him. Pressing charges or suing this useless piece of donkey fecal matter will just be a waste of my time.
I do need to spread some love and thanks around: to the 15, maybe 20 people who ran up to ask about me, offering me napkins, hankerchiefs, tissues, kleenex - thank you. To the two guys who, cell phones in hand, tracked the guy down the street from a safe distance while talking to 911 - thank you. To the guys who came out of nearby stores and shops, and offered to let me come inside - thank you. Hopefully, some days or weeks down the road, it will be your love and warmth I remember, not the pain, anger, and fear I feel now.
It’s weird. I have been telling people how much safer NY is. People in Japan still talk to me like they expect that all NYers are getting mugged and raped as an everyday occurance. Oh no, I say, it is so much safer now. And now this. I don’t dare tell the LOML about this. She would freak. At the same time - I don’t know if I want her living in NY after this. What if it had been her walking down the street, not me? Shit. Just thinking about that makes me so mad I can feel the bile forming in my stomach.
I decided to come in to work to get cleaned up - couldn’t let the LOML see the blood and stuff. Don’t know how I am going to explain the broken nose, swollen lips and busted glasses. Some valentine present, huh?
Worse - on the way on, I walked past several tall, heavy-set black men dressed in the same fashion.
And flinched. How long will that last? God, I hated myself for flinching.
Before this, I was definitely in the pro-gun control crowd. Now, after today, I am even more certain than ever that we definitely need gun controls.
Because I guarantee you, if I had had a gun, that MOTHER FUCKING LOWLIFE CHICKEN-HUMPING WORTHLESS PIECE OF FLESH would be oh-so dead right now. I woulda killed him. And of course he doesn’t deserve death. He deserves a FUCKING KICK IN THE BALLS, yes. But since I can’t even give him that, I will have to settle for an SDMB Pit rant.
SO FUCK YOU for taking away the part of me that liked to wander New York just because it was New York. FUCK YOU for taking away the part of me that liked New Yorkers for being New Yorkers. FUCK YOU for possibly ruining my love for the greatest city on earth.
Guys and gals - thanks. I feel a bit better now. Back to my regularly scheduled life.
Guess it would be a bit easier if the coffee didn’t still sting going down.