A woman was raped last night, or sexually attacked, the police won’t quite say, in a bathroom downstairs from my office. At 7.15 pm.
I’m often here that late. It’s sometimes occurred to me that the building is awfully quiet after five. When I walk home after dark I don’t walk through the park, I walk through almost empty streets instead, safe between lit living-room windows with people laughing within. Or so I imagine. I hadn’t thought of worrying about going to the bathroom at work.
Yesterday I left my office before four, walking home fast to fetch my daughter from school. Maybe I’ll just always leave by then.
[Update: The university’s increasing the presence of security guards and considering other means of making the campus safer. I don’t want to have to think about this. I guess I’ll just not stay after dark.]