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I’m busying myself checking out my brothers’ and sister’s blog and my little sister’s amazing pictures on her flicker sight while Chris packs for our evacuation. I’m very helpful. I keep thinking about Lexy’s new dangerous neighborhood, and my own 5 years spent in the ‘hood. It took me years of ghetto living and a trip through law enforcement academy to really gain the confidence to protect myself. I don’t think anyone needs all the self-defense training I have gone through because of the academy as much as they need to develop the frame of mind that they are a fighter.

You’re biggest risk in a big city is getting mugged. In this situation, whatever they want, you give. However, never ever look like a bartender or a waitress because they’ll know you have cash. If you are carrying cash, put some small bills in your pocket to hand over and keep the rest of your cash in your sock.

Basically, if someone forces you to go anywhere with them you’re as good as dead. With this in mind fight and fight dirty. Gouge eyes out, punch or pinch the windpipe with as much force as you can muster. If you can disable the windpipe, they’ll be struggling for oxygen as you run away. Kicking in the crotch is somewhat overrated, but do whatever you need to do to hurt them bad. Remember, people on a lot of drugs won’t feel much pain. Usually, your thumb going into their eye they will feel.

It is really hard to raise a ruccous for most women because they feel embarassed, but do it anyway. People have tried to basically molest me on public transportation in the past and beleive me, I wasn’t the one who walked away feeling embarassed. Don’t be afraid to scream and yell even if you’re just nervous about someone walking behind you. You’re safety is always the paramount concern, outweighing any perception of public opinion.

Don’t be an easy target. If you look like you are aware- looking around, making sure someone behind you knows you see them- it goes a long way. Well lit, well populated is always a good rule of thumb. Common sense and trusting your gut are the best weapons anyone can have. Lock doors, windows, slap those cheesy “We have an alarm” stickers on everything whether you have an alarm or not.

I don’t know if this works as well in the north as it has for me in the south, but holler at your neighbors. I was like my own little outreach program in that we had all the kids at our house to do homework and get saxophone lessons in the afternoon. We had Thanksgiving dinner Aunt Pam style every year with all the neighbors over for as much food as they could eat. I actually got mugged once where they took all that my friend had and didn’t take anything from me. The best we could figure was they knew who I was, I probably did something for someone in their family and they left me alone. It’s a good thing, because I had waited tables that night and had probably had over 100 dollars on me. They passed by my house as they left us and my neighbors not only saw them, but identified them to the police and they were locked up.

Guns are controversial, but here’s my two cents. I beleive a gun will get you in worse trouble every time. Even when I had a concealed weapons permit I didn’t ever carry my gun on me, and as soon as I wasn’t law enforcement anymore I got rid of my gun. Get pepper spray. Carry it right in your hand while you walk in scary places. It doesn’t do you any good if it’s at the bottom of your purse. Guns do more to escalate situations than they ever do to protect anyone.

I will leave you with a final anecdote that I found powerful. We had a neighborhood rapist for a few months in our old neighborhood. I wasn’t too worried about myself because the rapist was targetting African-American women, but it was obviously upsetting just the same. He had victimized three women and confronted his fourth. She basically beat the s**t out of him. They never caught him, yet he never raped anyone in Mid City again. I’ve always found this inspirational.