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Let’s be careful out there!

By Robin Loving Rowland

True story: I saw my first mugging last night. As a lone fem soul, I was walking, purse on shoulder, home at night. Let’s just say this was at the corner of My Street and Yours.

The poor dear who was attacked was older that I, also a lone fem soul, walking, alone, camera slung over her shoulder, at night.

A small band of young men rapidly ran up the street behind her, took her camera —knocking her face down in the process — and disappeared as swiftly as they had appeared.

Thank you, unknown mariachi band, for going to the aid of this woman.

When I got home, I made a vow never again to walk alone at night. I also made it a policy for my organization: after dark, no one will walk alone. We will call a taxi to come to the door for whoever is leaving alone at night.

There are not enough police to stand on every corner, nor would I want to live in such a militarized state.

There are desperate people: desperately un-empowered; desperately poor; desperately whatever, which leads to acts of desperation.

We can each do whatever we can do about these situations, but we might not be able to do enough.

So, it is up to us to take care of ourselves. At night, walk in pairs. Don’t flash your cash, your jewelry, or your expensive camera.

Get to know your neighbors for social, support, resource, and security reasons.

As they used to say on Hill Street Blues, a ‘70s TV program, Let’s Be Careful Out There. It’s our responsibility.


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