*Possible Trigger warning for violence and assault. Proceed with caution.*
It’s 2016. Picture it.
Beloved celebrities are dying left, right and center. Trump is elected president. Britain decided to leave the European Union. The Great Barrier Reef is dying.
It feels like hell.
The longest year dragging towards a close. Figurative flames engulf us as we hear chaotic laughs from the devil.
And then there’s the clowns.
My god, the fucking clowns. Speculated to be a movie promotion; rumored to be begging children to follow them into the woods; stories of people being severely injured.
Everyone remembers the clowns. They reached their height right before Halloween, and there were sightings being reported around the world.
“Not all clowns are murderers,” People defended.
“It’s just some teenagers goofing around.”
“You’re perfectly safe.”
Yes. Many of the clowns running around in masks were just people joking around. They wanted reactions. They wanted to instill fear into your hearts, but they weren’t going to do anything. That would be absurd.
Say 9 out of 10 clowns were just that – some teens dressed up as clowns running through the streets when they were bored one Friday night. Cool. Fine. I can deal with that.
But 1 of those 10 is not mentally stable. They have a knife in their back pocket. They don’t just want to scare you, they want to harm you. They get off on it. They have this draw to violence that we don’t understand.
Put these 10 clowns in front of you. 9 are just having fun; 1 wants to kill you. You don’t know who is who.
How do you respond when they start coming up to you? When they want a reaction? Remember, you know that one of them is capable of physical harm.
You put walls up. You learn to protect yourself because you never know which one is the clown that tried to stab you, forcing his knife through your skin even though you’re saying no.
Yes, 9 are just having fun.
Yes, 9 don’t want to hurt you.
Yes, you’re putting your defenses up.
No, the 9 don’t get it. Why are you so worried? We’re just joking.
No, not all clowns.
And that’s all it takes.
Now, you’re a woman in the street just trying to walk from point A to point B. It doesn’t matter where you’re going or what time of day it is. It doesn’t matter if you’re alone or with friends. It doesn’t matter if you’re drunk, queer, or have a boyfriend.
10 men stand along the stretch of road in front of you.
9 will shout “nice bod/smile/ass!” 9 want to start a conversation.
1 wants something more.
1 doesn’t take no for an answer.
1 knows that he is stronger and bigger than you.
You don’t know which one. It might not even be one of today’s men on the street. But there is one, and you don’t know who it is.
You’re walking down the street, knowing there is one, but not which one. How do you react?
Your guard is up. You spit out harsh words. Your keys are clenched in your fist. You wonder which one it is. You wonder if you’ll make it home safe, or if today will be the day you encounter that killer clown.
Not all men. But one.