Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

The Scene of the Crime.

Just home from work,
a quick grocery stop,
Parked right in front
of my own house.
I never saw him coming.

My car trunk open he came at me,
I backed away.
He gave me a fast 2 handed push to the pavement,
“Give me your keys bitch!”

They were right in my pocket.
But I blanked.
“I don’t have them”
I cried,
I crabbed crawled away from him as he advanced on me.
He gave me another hard shove that sent
my glasses flying and my head to the ground.

“Give me your keys!”
“I don’t have them!”
Then he was sitting on my chest,
and pulled back to pistol whip me
across my head.

Where did that gun come from?

I saw him pull back,
He was heavy,
Heavier then any of my kids,
or my husband.

I screamed as loud as I could.
“Help,Help,Help!!!”

The next thing I can remember is lying flat on the quiet street and looking up.

The weight on my chest was gone.

I carefully got up feeling around for my broken glasses,
checking myself for injuries.
My hands cut and bloody,
My wrists..something wrong…

The street was so quiet.
Like it never happened.

I reached into my pocket for my phone,
felt my car keys,
found the phone and called 911.

The police came shortly after.
Later that night I read the police report.

Woman knocked down by African American male,
nothing was taken.

Wrong!
Wrong,wrong,wrong!

p.s. the police never did find the guy.
So I walked around scared for months.
Scared and mad.

But this being Baltimore,
Well justice is justice.
When my son’s car plate was picked up in an area where
kids were setting off some fireworks a while back,
we spent a few thousand dollars in lawyer costs
defending him.

He was never there.
He was at a friend’s wedding,
and when he couldn’t find parking,
he parked across the street in a a school parking lot.

At the wedding there were some 200 people,
many of whom saw and spoke to my son.

But you know a rich neighborhood gots ta hav it’s quiet.
The police were all over that one.

Go after an innocent 17 year old boy,
let the criminals run free.

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Comments on: "Assaulted In Baltimore(True Story,Got me out of jury duty)" (2)

  1. I like your idea self defense classes but (big but here) I think a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing.
    In Baltimore the laws are quite cockeyed.
    If someone breaks into your home and you confront them
    YOU the homeowner has to give them two exit options. (Window and a door for instance)
    If you hurt them they better fall in the house and not out on the lawn or you have to drag them back into the house or the homeowner is just as at fault as the criminal.
    I learned this from my neighbor who is a retired cop.
    We keep a mean dog in our house for protection.
    Didn’t do me any good when this attack happened.

    People on the streets, and we have a lot of them, are drug addled and desperate. It’s just not a safe place. They will kill for the change in your pocket.

    My young daughter is at an age when she still doesn’t believe anything bad can happen to her. I know different. At least with the pepper spray I know she has it in her hand because it’s on her key chain as she is coming into the house. Even if she gets a hit it might buy her time to scream her head off. Also anyone who might approach her doeasn’t know for sure what she has in her hand, that might give her another few moments.
    It’s a sad day to have to think this way.

  2. J Roycroft said:

    Sounds like your state needs to get some serious changes made to personal property rights. Here in Atlanta, Ga we had the same laws, but recently they were changed in favor of the property owner. Not knowing your laws, I would still maintain my original idea of the self defense training classes. They are highly recommended and very effective. Of course it all depends on the individual. The best defense is being aware of your surroundings, and not come across to some thug as an easy target. You take care. God bless you all.

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