DC Metro riders continue to look out for each other

What happened to me in November was vastly different, and I do not intend to equate the two events. Like Sutherland, I was attacked on a Saturday afternoon on the D.C. Metro. And as in Sutherland’s case, despite my screams and pleas, almost none of my fellow passengers on the crowded train car did anything to help.

I was in a window seat on the Blue Line, en route to meet friends for dinner. One teenage girl sat down next to a man in front of me; another sat beside me. They began by asking what kind of phone I had. The girl next to me patted down my pockets and, finding nothing, grabbed my coffee mug out of my hands. The girl in front put her finger in my face, getting as close as she could without touching me. They grabbed my legs. They threatened to rape me until I bled. One opened the other’s coat jacket, feigning—or not—that she had a weapon.

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After the incident, I felt angry at all the people on the crowded train car—there must have been 30 adults—who did nothing. When I screamed, no one tried to intervene. They didn’t hit the emergency call button. They didn’t even acknowledge that anything was happening. They just averted their eyes and let it continue.

The problem is not,  as the commenter and the perpetually befuddled Petula Dvorak of the Washington Post allege, one of people knowing what they should do and being afraid to do it for fear of injury (this is understandable, the technical term for this impulse is “cowardice”). The issue is a society that has become so self-absorbed that they can stand idly by and watch a young man stabbed and beaten or a young woman mugged, not intervene, and walk away completely self-justified in their actions.