He shouted the most awful things across the tracks. I calmly looked around and there was no one to be found. I thought to take my phone and call the police, but that would have been foolish. I have taken the Baltimore public transport system for some time, but this time parked my car by the station. For the first time in my life, I felt true danger. If I were to respond or react he would have come after me.
I had forgotten the pepper spray in the car. Truthfully I am not even sure I know how to use it. My friend mentioned self-defence classes given on campus. I meant to put it on the agenda, but hadn’t. The slowest 20-minutes passed in my own silence over painful remarks from a stranger…I kept my calm and read a journal written by a former professor. It was about the unfair treatment of interns and their lack of legal power in relation to labor laws.
I know that in that moment I was nothing more then a victim who should not speak up. Hold my tongue for my safety. When the train finally arrived I walked calmly to the seat that was facing him and I took a picture. He shook his fist and gave me the finger. I called the emergency line and was transferred 3-4 times. No one took it seriously it seems and perhaps for Baltimore this is a normal day, but something tells me this is a life changing moment. Not sure why, but it was supposed to happen.