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MAY 2023 - Surrounded

5/27/2023

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In 1971 I had just finished a week-long international conference on drama in England, a week filled with tensions between me and the leader, an upper-class Englishman who didn’t bother to hide his racism and misogyny, as well as spending a day taking care of a psychotic woman. One of the participants suggested we visit Stratford-on-Avon as a way to relax after the intense week. We decided to go and see whatever was being performed at the theatre. Sounded like a good idea and we made arrangements. At the last minute, he had to change plans. I decided to go by myself.
I went to the theatre and bought a ticket for the evening’s performance without thinking about what was playing. Just being in the famed playhouse was a treat. After a light dinner, I made my way to the theatre, settled into my comfortable seat, and waited for the curtain to rise.

The renaissance play, The Duchess of Malfi, contains scene after scene of murder, betrayal, lust, torture, madness, guilt, and everything in between. I left the theatre stupefied, filled with the powerful emotions played out over the hours long play.

I had walked in daylight to the theatre from the small hotel where I was staying in about 15 minutes. Now it was dark, no moon, few overhead lamps, and I wasn’t exactly sure how to get back.

I had gone a few blocks when I noticed a group of males not far from where I was walking. Just to feel a bit safer, I crossed over to the other side of the street. They not only crossed over but walked quickly toward me. I thought of running back to the theatre, but they were too close and I wasn’t a fast runner. As they came nearer, I could feel my heart beat faster. My mouth went dry. There were four of them. One of me. They did not look friendly. No other people in sight.

One of them crooned, “Hello Sweetheart. How about a bit of fun?” His cronies laughed. 

“No thanks,” I said, wondering if I could run across the street and out run them. Didn’t seem likely.

They all sort of cooed that I wasn’t being very friendly.

“I’m not in a friendly mood so please leave me alone.”


One of them moved toward me, his eyes cold and scary. “Why not? We’re all out for a good time. Don’t spoil the party.”

I was so filled with the emotions of watching the play that my response came without thinking. “You’ll have to party without me. I’ve had my fill of rape and murder. Hours and hours.” All the murder and mayhem I’d vicariously experienced spoke for me. “If you want a party, go see The Duchess of Malfi.”

“What’s that,” one of them asked.

“It’s a play, at the theatre. If you want a good time, go watch it. Plenty of rape and murder. Right now, you’ve got the wrong woman.” I felt a surge of energy—anger at the way the heroine in the play was treated. Anger at the four males wanting what I wouldn’t give them. Anger at the way men have used their strength and power against me for too much of my life. 

I surged into a space between two of the men and walked fast, taking them by surprise. I kept walking as fast as I could without running, not knowing if they were following me but when I found what I hoped was a safe place to hide I huddled and waited.

When I couldn’t hear anything, I poked my head out from behind the barrel that was against a wall where I’d hidden. I couldn’t see anyone. I decided it was safe to keep going.

I had lost all sense of direction and was relieved when I saw two women walking ahead of me, I asked if they knew where my hotel was. They did and cheerfully offered to walk me there—an offer I gratefully accepted. “It’s too dark for you to be out and about by yourself, dearie,” said one of them. “You never know who you’ll meet.”

If you were ever in a dangerous situation, how did you deal with it?
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Marlene Simon
5/4/2023 04:31:57 pm

I had such anxiety reading your story as I myself had a very harrowing experience in 1970. I was in Berkeley. I had just left Moe's Bookstore and was getting into my car. I looked up and saw a guy. He caught my eye and walked over to the car and asked if I was going up to the campus. I wasn't but I didn't feel right in not giving him a lift. About a block into the ride he pulled out a knife and told me to drive to the School for the Deaf which was about a mile away. My legs started to involuntarily shake. When we got to that campus he had me pull over and park. He had been in a knife fight and wanted to check his wounds. Luckily it was dusk and my old VW bug's inside lights didn't work. So he had me put on my headlights. I guess not thinking, he gave me the knife to hold (perhaps to have both of his hands free) and he took my car keys. I was no nervous that I threw the knife out of my window and into the bushes. When he returned to the car, he asked for the knife back and I told him I threw it out. He told me to get out of the car. He came to my side and put my keys in my hand and started looking for the knife. When he was a safe distance away, I thought "it's now or never" and I jumped back into the car, locked both doors, fumbled to get the keys in the ignition and sped off nearly hitting two students who were up ahead of me who were walking on the street. I yelled out to them and told them what had happened and they got me safely out of the area. I told my roommates about this when I got home, but never called the police. I suffered from PTSD (although I didn't know that is what I had) for over a year, waking up every night drenched in sweat from a recurring nightmare. I never picked up a hitchhiker again and couldn't hold a knife in my hands for several months after this incident.

I think you were incredibly lucky. Those boys definitely would have harmed you. I don't think I am projecting. I wonder how many thousands if not millions of women have stories like these? And I think it has probably always been dangerous for women alone. Sometimes you're lucky and sometimes you aren't.

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Esti Allina link
5/17/2023 03:37:33 am

A very similar scenario played out for me at University of DE in 1982 or 3.
It was after a theatre rehearsal for Brecht on Brecht. I was a flautist in the pit, and was walking back to my College Town apartment with another female member of the pit band. We were walking up Amstel Avenue, and had just started to walk past a large frat house there - one I was used to walking by several times a day, when I realized the guys outside were pretty drunk. About 10 or 12 of them surrounded us, and I remember thinking - "this isn't exactly how I planned to lose my virginity", and I was almost resigned to what was about to happen as they taunted us with lewd comments and suggestions when there was an opening in the circle.
My friend and I went straight through and as we quickly walked away they continued their lewd remarks and through beer bottles that broke at our heels. Maybe 50 meters up the street was the campus security building. We went straight there and reported what had happened. They did go out and bring a couple of guys in, but I couldn't be 100% certain that they were part of the group, so I didn't implicate them. I never did see those guys again, so I think they were frat brothers visiting from another school.

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Nancy King is a widely published author and a professor emerita at the University of Delaware, where she has taught theater, drama, playwriting, creative writing, and multidisciplinary studies with an emphasis on world literature. She has published seven previous works of nonfiction and five novels. Her new memoir, Breaking the Silence, explores the power of stories in healing from trauma and abuse. Her career has emphasized the use of her own experience in being silenced to encourage students to find their voices and to express their thoughts, feelings, and experiences with authenticity, as a way to add meaning to their lives.

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