LAST Friday I was attacked by a man I had never met before in a supermarket car park in Brisbane. I use the word attacked because while it was not physical, it was very verbal and extremely emotional and at one point, I believed he was about to become physical. I could also use the word abuse. So what prompted this attack? While parking my car, I had mistakenly parked over two car spaces, as the white lines indicating where to park had faded. It was a tight two spaces, because a tree in the corner had uprooted the bitumen, so I chose to park as far away from the uprooted bitumen as possible.
What happened next rattled me. As I alighted from my car, an angry white male, in his late 50s to early 60s, was standing there, screaming at me, saying he had wanted to park in the space beside me (for the record, there were plenty of empty car parks around). And in an absolute rage he started roaring: “Just take a look at yourself Sweetie!” At first, I didn’t know what I’d done and then I pointed out that I simply could not see where the white lines were meant to be. He paused and agreed with me, stating he had already complained to the shopping centre about this. Which I would have thought was the end of the argument. But then he came menacingly close, and just kept yelling at me: “Take a good look at yourself Sweetie!” The only thing I could do was mutter: “Don’t call me Sweetie”, which further infuriated him as he spat out the word “Sweetie” over and over again, at one point stepping close as if he was going to hit me. Eventually he drove off, and I sat in my car and wept. I cried because I was shocked, scared and stunned at the blatant sexism of this man.
I texted a male friend who urged me to call the police. But I argued the man had not committed any real crime. At the same time a female friend texted and she insisted I make my complaint to shopping centre management, which I did, feeling embarrassed and foolish the whole time, as I wept and shook. They were kind, giving me water and tissues and recording my complaint, but essentially powerless to do anything. As I drove home, without my groceries, I wondered what would have happened had I been dressed in a burqa. I’ve been thinking for weeks about writing about the simmering anger that seems to be pervading Australian streets right now, but until this incident, I felt unable to articulate this new paradigm.
I am not, for one minute, suggesting last week’s incident compares at all to what is happening to peace-loving Muslims in Australia right now. If there are any parallels to be drawn, it’s how unjustifiably angry and disenfranchised some Australians seem to be. And how prepared they are to act on this anger. And that scares me. In the past week, there’s been numerous reports of attacks on Muslim people simply going about their business. A woman in a burqa being set alight by a man; another woman having hot coffee thrown on her from a car window; Muslim kids in a kindergarden in lockdown to protect their safety. Every single day, there’s something nasty and new against Muslim Australians.
I’m horrified and disgusted by what’s happening to our country right now. And ashamed. I love Australia and I believe we are a big country with a big heart. There’s no room for bigotry. And no room for stupidity. For a Prime Minister who is meant to be showing leadership, I’m appalled that all Tony Abbott has achieved is whip up a culture of pure hatred. I’m stunned that those attacking everyday Muslims going about their business are so ill-informed that they cannot separate the radicalism of those who support the Islamic State from everyday people who look a little different. Given our long record of immigration and multiculturalism, I’m bemused when somebody accuses someone else of being “un-Australian”. I am yet to see a definition of what being an “Australian” is. Is it in how I dress? The colour of my eyes, hair and skin? What I eat or don’t eat? Does it lay in my religion or lack of faith?
The day after I was abused in the car park, I returned to the shopping centre, as I still needed to get my groceries. And for the first time, I felt fear. But as my morning progressed, I realised that Australians are essentially good people. He’ll never know it, but I thank the man who accidentally bumped into my grocery bags, and then stopped to apologise. Another man let me go first in the queue, even though it was his turn. And so, my confidence returned and more interestingly, I found myself remembering to be compassionate towards others. Yes, we’re Australians, but we are also global citizens, who happen to be incredibly lucky to either be born or have immigrated to this amazing land Down Under. This largely peaceful place of droughts and flooding rains. Of sunshine, beaches, barbecues, rainforests, reefs and yawning Outback. An attack, whether it is by a terrorist organisation, or an angry man in a car park, has always been likely. But a life lived in fear is no life at all.
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I’m sorry to hear about the incident that prompted this post, but can’t hear enough of the sentiments expressed within. With the growing trend towards the sensational, fuelled by those with the political motivation to capitalise on it, it is really important that we keep our perspective and not be panicked into misplaced (and never justifiable) religious or racial bigotry. Posts such as yours play a role in ensuring we keep things in perspective, so thanks! I’ll be sharing…
Thank you, Jane. It’s a really sad time for our country at the moment.
One wonders whether the awful aggressive man would feel remorse OR satisfaction on finding out that he really upset, scared, and shook you to the core! All we can do is lead by example (even if we feel small and insignificant) and display compassion and empathy in our daily dealings with people. (((Hugs))) to you Chris
You know, I’ve thought about that a lot since Pauline and I have no idea. What he feels is no longer relevant to me. You’re so right, all we can do is lead by example and practice as much kindness as possible. Your hugs are appreciated. x
Thank you for so eloquently expressing what so many people in Australia are thinking and feeling these days. It is a terrible thing to feel ashamed of your country’s government policies and the effect they have on the national psyche. We can only hope that this, too, shall pass and sanity, good manners and respect for our fellow humans (no matter what race or religion they belong to) will prevail. Well said, Goddess.
Thank you. We’ve seen this before with the Howard Government and I sadly suspect we’ll see it again in the future. All we can do is weather this difficult time, and remember that most people are good people.
Oh Goddess, I wish I was there to protect you. Soldier on.
Tommy, you lovely man, you. You could have shot him…with your camera.
Global Goddess – shocking treatment by a man who really feels it is “just” to shout and carry on towards a defenseless young woman. Maybe this is what he does often, but thankfully the majority of Aussies are good, decent and kind-hearted and we look out for each other. Whenever things like this happen to me (and thankfully it is not often) I always say to myself – this only one sad, unfortunate human being who maybe for some reason is not enjoying their life.
Lovely post and agree we need to show others what we are made of and use compassion regularly and wisely.
Thank you Jenn. I agree completely. x