socialist guinea pigs

Okay, true story.

One time, on the biggest, most crowded street in Berkeley, California, at 4 in the afternoon, I was randomly attacked. This dude just came right behind me, punched me in the back of the head and the cheek bone, and ran away. I don’t know why he chose the two hardest parts of my head to hit, but I think he wasn’t in his right mind.

So I was standing in front of this glasses/eyewear shop when it happened, and the workers there pulled me into their store and asked me if I was okay. Everybody was fawning over me, and this one guy looked at me with a half-crazed expression and said (I kid you not):

“What did he look like? Was he black? Huh? Was he? I bet he was black.”

The story actually gets weirder, but I’ll leave it there for now.

So I have two questions:

1. WTF? to the dude who asked me if my attacker was black.

2. 12 people called the cops. 12 PEOPLE. Would this have happened if I hadn’t been a white girl?