I will preface this by saying I am writing this safe and sound in my dad’s house. I came home completely unharmed, and had a fantastic day in the city beforehand. But I am done being quiet and dismissive of these matters, and I have taken the onus of writing things that make people uncomfortable because they really, really need to be said.
I try to walk home alone in Jersey City as little as possible. I usually carry some sort of weapon with me, like a knife, but I left mine at home by accident. I didn’t even have keys to use as a blunt object to poke people’s eyes out (some self-defense things my mom taught me years ago). All I had was a phone in a case that I hoped would be hard enough to give someone a concussion if I smacked them with it. So, naturally, I was on edge.