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*WARNING EXPLICIT LANGUAGE*

“He was touching a little 15 yr old girl!” “He tried to KILL me!” “DON’T TOUCH HER AGAIN!.” “He lunged at me and he went in his pocket.”

So I’m on my way home from the studio finalizing my debut mixtape “Chronicles of a Ghetto Rose” & I’m sitting at the back of the bus when this drunk guy gets on, saying all types of sexual shit to this little girl sitting next to me. At first he started caressing her hand and I saw how uncomfortable it made her…so she let go and put her hands in her pocket. He then proceeded to forcibly do it again. In the process of doing so, he hit my knee and I told him “Yo, bro. Don’t touch me.” Then he started getting aggressive and saying “I can do whatever I want, you BLACK PIECE OF SHIT!” I was so upset that I kept to myself after because I didn’t want the problem to escalate. Out of nowhere, he had the audacity to start feeling on this 15 YEAR OLD girl’s leg. And no one said anything. So I yelled at him so loud that the bus stopped and everyone stared. I said “Yo, my nigga! Don’t fucking touch her again! You heard? Cuz if you do, We gon’ problems!” He replied “I’m a real nigga, so try me.” Instantaneously he reached for his pocket and lunged at me. So I had to defend myself. I quickly gave him a couple combos to the face, knees to the nose and elbows to his neck. After doing so, I told the people on the bus to record and help me restrain him but no one stepped up…until this brave brother Odeh Hammoudeh lent me a hand.

The police eventually came but started arresting me as well. I was so confused and felt criminalized. Why is this happening to me? I was told that I no matter what the circumstances were, I still assaulted him. They put me in the back of the car as I tried to explain myself. He sexually harassed this child! Shortly after this black police officer who was the Sergeant opened the door, congratulated me and ordered to release the handcuffs. To see a black man in a position of power right the wrongs, gave me a little bit of hope for the N.Y.P.D. As I always say not all cops are bad. The good ones just need to step up.

Regarding the incident, I believe that every woman and child should feel protected. I urge people to take action when things are unjust. What do you think? Was I wrong for stepping in?

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I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.

He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.

“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”

His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”

I thought,  You have got to be kidding.

Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.