Rant/Rave Harvard Ave
Moving to Seattle, it was more of the same, but not as bad as in Chicago. People tend to ignore each other, but are cautiously curious at the same time. I’ve seen people straining to not look at someone with their head, but wrenching their eye to the corner in order to look at them.
Last night the block on Harvard Ave between Olive/John and Thomas was disturbed at 3:30 in the morning. There was a man yelling at the top of his lungs at a woman. The night was really quiet and you could hear pummeling slaps that the man delivered to a broken and crying woman. Slap after slap was heard, and everyone came to their windows. You could hear and feel the neighborhood wake up. Some called the police, and some called out to him to stop. Two people went to aid the woman, trying to get the irate man to stop.
Three police cruisers arrived, and a handful of people were outside. Many of us watching from our windows. In my building I could hear nearly everyone moving around and awake because of the incident.
My Rave is to Capitol Hill residences and not tolerating such a thing in our neighborhood. To the couple who went out to aid the woman, and the countless calls to the police station. To the police that arrived quickly, and took the man off the streets quickly.
It’s times like these that re-affirms my hope in humanity. Even though we wont look at each other in the light of day, we will stand up to protect each other when the time calls. In Chicago I have heard similar situations, but no one goes outside, and only a few call the police. I’m happy to be in a place where people still have compassion for each other, and their community.
My Rant is to the man that was slapping the woman around. I hope you rot in jail, and are slapped in jail like you slapped that woman. We don't need people like you in our neighborhood.
I saw that you lived in the apartment across the street, and if I ever see you on the street, be sure that if you ever need help you will not receive it from me. I hope you are in jail long enough to loose your apartment, get evicted, so that I will not have to look at you on the street, and let my blood begin to boil when I think of last night.