So I was attacked over my hair...

So I was attacked over my hair...
Posted by Resonance on March 08, 2003 at 07:26:34: Previous Next

I've just got back from a week in Rye, a sleepy semi-touristy town in the South Eastern corner of England, and have just this minute caught up with everything that's been going on over here. Good to be back with all this discussion!

Yesterday afternoon, at 4pm in broad daylight while I was walking back to the caravan I was staying in, I happened to spot a group of six 17-18 year old guys - they all must've been a year or two younger than I.

You know when you get the feeling that you should be wary? I usually tie my hair back in anticipation of something happening, but it was raining and I had my gloves on so I didn't bother reaching into my pocket for my hair-band.

As I passed by, I heard a predictable, over-loud "I thought that was a girl!" comment. I wasn't in the best of moods that afternoon so I shot them a stare over my shoulder. The jeering continued with even more pathetic "Poofter... Ponce..." remarks. I flipped them off over my shoulder without looking back, as is my manner, and continued on my way - they were about 30 feet away from me by this time.

Within a couple of seconds I heard some lone running footsteps coming towards me, I turned around just in time get my guard up and drop what I was carrying, but couldn't stop the guy (who was the same height, with a slightly stockier build) wrenching a fistful of my hair out. He also managed to head butt me just below the left eyebrow before I could headlock him and force us both to the ground.

By this time the other five lads had run over I realised I was scrambling on the ground surrounded by lots of feet. I covered my face, expecting to get the living **** kicked out of me... luckily, they pulled their friend away and all but apologised to me on his behalf.

I shook myself off, gathered my things, then noticed that the hair in front of my face was red with blood, as was the whole left side of my face from the badly-placed head butt. A man and woman in their late thirties, who were very kind hearted, drove me to the police station and then the local Doctor's Surgery where I was patched up with sterile strips. I needed a couple of stitches in all honesty, but the nearest hospital was ten miles away and it would've been tough for me to get there with my limited funds.

It wasn't until this morning that I saw the clump of loose hair stuck in my pony-tail, an area on the back left of my head feels bruised where it was ripped out. Thankfully, I can't notice any difference and there's no bald spot visible since it's covered by the upper layers of my hair. Cuts and bruises I'm used to, being quite an active skater, but anyone who abuses the hair - well...

It sends me to indescribable levels of frustration me at how years of patient growth can be taken away in a matter of moments. What have I learned from this? Loose hair is indeed a hindrance in a close-up fight, pay attention to gut feelings and carry some sort of hair restraining thing around at all times.

Thanks for reading this far, anyone have similar stories to tell?


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