Last night, some friends of mine and I were on our way home from a late dinner in the city. Being college students without vehicles of our own, we get around Washington, D.C., where we study, by public transportation. And so, we boarded the train at the Metro station. Because it was the late evening on a week night, there were only a few other people at the other end of the car. We were laughing and talking when a young kid, probably 16 at the most, jumped onto the car with us looking completely panicked. Following him was a group of about 10 or 12 other kids his age, male and female, snickering and mocking him. The young man ran towards around end of the car.
“They’re trying to jump me! They’re gonna jump me!”
His voice was desperate and frightened. The group following him simply stood threateningly at the other end of the car, laughing and taunting him. My heart pounded as I realized there was a good chance I was about to see this young kid get beaten. Suddenly, he ran out the door and leapt onto the train on the other side of the platform. He was immediately followed by the group at the other end of the car. The doors to our train quickly closed and we pulled away from the platform. My friends and I just sat looking through the window. It was like watching someone on the other side of a crowded street who was about to get hit by a bus. You know something horrible is about to happen, but there’s nothing you can do about it.
When we got to the next stop, we got off and reported the situation to a station manager, who told us he would do his best to get it taken care of. Somehow, that just didn’t settle the knot left in my stomach. Between the fact that there had been a rather large gap in time between witnessing the incident and being able to report it, and the fact that we had no idea if this kid stayed on the train we saw him jump onto, it was impossible to know if someone would be able to find him and help him.
This event was a slap in the face about the real effects of gang violence (PDF). This was a lost, scared kid who felt like he needed to get onto a subway train full of strangers to feel safe instead of seeking help from an authority figure like a security guard. And if he wasn’t able to outrun his attackers, then what? Would he feel like he could go to the police afterwards and report the incident? Doubtful, seeing as how that would leave him open for retaliation.
We need to get involved to prevent these things from happening. It can be as big as creating or volunteering for programs geared at young kids who are most at risk for gang activity. Or, it can be as small as not falling subject to bystander syndrome. If you ever find yourself in a situation like this, report it immediately. You might be getting help for someone who feels like they can’t.
