Last night myself and my friends were victims of an attack, not because of race or religion but because of the clothes we wear and the 'title and the type of thing our people go by'. Those kittens who live in England will be aware of the terms 'townie' and 'greebo'. I'm not sure if the same terms are used in America or other countries but basically it's two different groups of people who listen to differnent music and wear different clothes. I do not condone these 'titles' in anyway but it's the only way I can convey why what happened to us happened.
As we were leaving to go home from a night of generally moping around the town we were set upon by a large group of 'townies' who told us that because we wear the clothes we do we deserved to be attacked and beaten up. One guy even went so far as to say
'If I see you wearing that **** again I'll beat the **** out of you'
The two of the guys I was with were beaten up and one of my best friends had her glasses completely destroyed. I've never been in an attack like this before but we consider ourselves lucky to have gotten away with little injury despite general bruises etc...
What angers me most is that we did nothing to provoke them. We didn't even know them, we'd never met or seen most of them. We just wanted to walk home but because we are 'greebos' over 50 people followed us into the street yelling abuse, physically harming us or watching it all happen. At this point I should probably point out that only ten of us were there (two guys and eight girls) and when the big groups came at least five got to safety. This pretty much meant it was five against a group I can barely even begin to descibe except to say the street was full of people. People who were of all ages from 15 their 20's and we are all 16. Most were probably watching but a large proportion where attacking us. Those who got to safety called the police and as soon as we managed to get out we also called the police aswell.
The hardest thing to live with now is that we couldn't do anything. We couldn't even protect ourselves. There were simply too many people. So we stood our ground trying to walk home as people hit us, and generally tried to piss us off. We asked why they were doing it, if they could just leave us alone but all they said was we shouldn't have been wearing what we were. We were hurt and to fight back would probably would have landed us in a hell of a lot of trouble not to mention the hospital. The situation could have easily gotten out of hand but lucky a few people managed to help us walk away.
For me I keep thinking that after all my training I couldn't protect my friend. I'm just thankful she wasn't harmed to badly and that most of us escaped with few injuries.
One thing I'm glad for is that not one of us fought back. We would let them get a reaction because that's what they wanted, a violent response. I'm also glad that the five people ran to safety and out of the four of us left only three were harmed and not badly. If those people had not gotten away I dread to think what could have happened.
I'm sorry for the rant but I was so shaken-up and pissed-off that I really need to get it off my chest and i figured kittens where the best people to talk to. Thanks for reading.
Love Laura x
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'I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to kill the thing on the outside'
-Girl, Interrupted.
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