Today we are reading editorials and accounts of women who were attacked but did not report.
When I lived in a dodgy part of a major California city, I was used to walking up to a supermarket that had an underground parking structure. I felt safe enough to go up to the store after dark.
As I was walking up, a tall African American male was walking towards me, and I immediately was on my guard.
A good thing too, as he turned around and put his arm around my right shoulder.
I in turn gave him a back hand strike to the forehead, and even though it was weak as I used my left hand, it was a surprise, so he let go and I jumped away and started cussing him out.
He claimed he was just being friendly! I think he was drunk, so I went into the garage, took the elevator to the store and reported the incident to a security guard there, who was also an African American male.
This happened in the mid 1980’s and I remember it well.
My grown children get more upset about me going shopping at night so I don’t do it anymore.
Today I would be more prone to take anybody down that dared touch me, and destroy his windpipe or other tender anatomy parts.
Grannies can’t be too careful!