You would think that seeing a woman get beaten in the middle of the street would cause some sort of panic. If it was a movie, a few people might scream in outrage. Maybe the cops would swoop in and arrest the guy for assault. A handsome hero might step in and ask the abuse partner to a dual at high noon on the ‘morrow…depending on what sort of movie you’re watching.
But you see, this wasn’t a movie. This happened on a public sidewalk in the middle of the day, and they weren’t alone. At the very least someone should have stepped in. When it was left to a teenager…it shows how very twisted our society is.
So earlier today, I called the cops on a man who slapped his girlfriend in the middle of the street.
He was speaking very aggressively and very close to her face and she was crying and I had my eye on them and he slapped her. It was only once, and I was tempted not to interrupt, but then I realized how ridiculous I was being and intervened.
I asked her if she was okay. The man interrupted me and said “she’s fine.” The woman just nodded. I asked if she was sure and told the man that I had seen him slap her. He said “so what?” and I told him that he couldn’t do that to her.
He told me that I didn’t know him, that I didn’t know his life, and if I was so worked up about it, I could either fight him, or mind my own business like everybody else. I tried to get people to back me up, but everybody just said “oh, that’s not okay.” and walked away.
I am a 5’2” 16-year-old girl, and while I’m pretty strong, he had about a foot and 60 pounds on me. I wasn’t going to fight him. At this point he was laughing a little bit, and he asked me “what are you gonna do, call the cops?”
So I did.
I called 911 and told them what happened and gave them a description of the couple. The two started biking away and I told 911 where they were and what direction they where heading in. When the man was ahead of her, the woman turned around, mouthed “thank you” and rode away.
The thing is, though, I feel bad. This happened 8 hours ago and I’m still shaking a little bit. I have this feeling in my chest like I did something wrong. Rationally, I know I didn’t. I know I did right by calling the cops on that dick, but I still feel guilty.
I never realized before how we still live in a society where domestic abuse is just “what happens.”
I didn’t know that people would still say “it’s none of my business” when some asshole slaps his girlfriend IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. I thought we were past the shameful stage in our history when we turn away from the ugly things that happen and live our blissfully unaware existences on the sunny side of the street.
I have learned a lot today. And it makes me sick to my stomach.
Would you have said anything? If the large and imposing man had been hitting a friend, would that have made a difference? What if he had been hitting a child? The point is that he felt comfortable enough in that city, in that state, in the United States to hit a woman in broad daylight, 100% confident that nothing would happen to him if he did.
And as he rode away, confronted by only a small teenaged girl, his behavior was justified, leaving him to do it again and again and again. Something needs to change, and it needs to change now.
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