CONTENT WARNING: Assault, Bigotry, Violent Threats
This happened when I was in college, at the local [Major Chain Store] that is known for always being… “interesting”. I have SO MANY stories from this place.
I’m pale, and at the time, I walked with a cane. I have a condition where my heart rate can get too high, my blood pressure can drop, and I can pass out — from standing too long, usually, but anxiety can bring on episodes, too. I wear a headscarf on holidays and special occasions.
There are many types and styles of headscarves. On this day, I was wearing it in a style where it completely covered my head and then draped around my neck, and it was secured with pins. I use dressmaking pins; they’re not very visible in the scarf, but they do not have anything covering their pointy ends. I make sure I place them so they will hold the fabric in place and not stick me. Since it is a holiday, I am also wearing traditional clothing: a long skirt, a white shirt with some embroidery on it, and a fabric belt.
This also happened right after the 2016 election. My college town went from one Nazi group to three literally overnight, and they would come onto campus a lot to harass us. The racists were very emboldened at that time. This was maybe a few weeks after that, when stuff had calmed down a bit, but it was still pretty bad. I made the mistake of going to [Store] alone, in traditional clothing.
I was going around the store, picking up a few things. My backpack was in the front of the cart so I wouldn’t have extra weight on me. I was standing at the end of an aisle trying to find something and had to look up where it was on my phone.
Out of nowhere, my headscarf was RIPPED off of my head as someone behind me yelled:
Woman: “TERRORIST B****!”
Luckily, the scarf only had the end around my neck, so it pulled on my neck but didn’t fully choke me. Still, this definitely activated my fight-or-flight response.
The woman started SCREAMING as I turned around. Apparently, one of the pins had stuck her when she ripped my scarf off.
Woman: “You’re a terrorist! And you assaulted me! I need a manager! Somebody call the police!”
A couple had been down the aisle, saw it happen, and ran over. The nice woman kind of threw her sweatshirt on my head and got between me and the screaming woman. I panicked at first, but then I realized she was trying to help cover my head. The nice man with her got between [Woman] and me and started yelling at her. [Nice Man] grabbed my scarf back from and handed it to [Nice Woman], who handed it to me and held her sweatshirt up around my head to sort of block people’s view while I tried to get my scarf back on. I honestly didn’t even wrap it properly; I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
[Woman] was still screaming, now at the man.
Woman: “The police are going to arrest her for being a terrorist and assaulting me! How dare you?!” *Digging through her purse* “I’m going to pepper spray you both!”
A nearby employee had come out of an aisle to see what was happening and ran off — to get the manager I’m assuming. [Nice Man] yelled back at [Woman] and took the pepper spray from her.
Woman: *To me* “You’re a traitor to your own race, you terrorist b****!” *To [Nice Man]* “Pin her to the floor so I can pepper spray her! I’m doing a citizen’s arrest! Keep her here until the police and the FBI get here!”
By then, I was shaking and crying, my heart rate was extremely high, and I knew I needed to leave or I was going to pass out.
Nice Woman: *To me* “Do you want to leave?”
I nodded. She grabbed my backpack and the arm that I wasn’t holding the cane in, and she quickly walked me down the aisle and out of the store. We just left my cart where it was.
Nice Woman: “Where is your car?”
I tried explaining that I was a college student and had to wait for the bus, but I was coughing and trying to breathe, as my heart rate was well over 180 at that point.
Nice Woman: “Look. I’m a nurse, and you are clearly not okay. Do you have a medical condition? What do you need?”
I explained what my condition was.
Me: “I need to sit or lie down; I’m gonna pass out.”
Nice Woman: “Come sit in our van.”
Usually, that would obviously be a no, but we were standing in the middle of a parking lot, I was about to pass out, and currently, my brain was not getting very much oxygen. [Nice Woman] took me to her van and opened the side door. I sat on the edge of the car and promptly fainted.
I woke up a few minutes later, and [Nice Woman] was holding my wrist in one hand, checking my pulse, and looking at her watch. I mumbled something so she’d know I was awake. She just kept telling me it was okay and I was doing fine. After I recovered a bit, I sat up and realized that [Nice Man] was standing outside the car. (I think he was trying to give me privacy.) I asked for the Gatorade from my backpack and sipped on that — it helps with the fainting — while he explained what had gone down.
The manager showed up with store security, and [Nice Man] explained — over [Woman]’s screaming — what had happened, and he handed her pepper spray to the security guy, who told him that the police had been called.
I looked over and, sure enough, there were cop cars pulled to the front of the store.
Nice Man: “Have you been hurt? Do you want to talk to the police?”
Honestly, I’m scared of cops and just wanted to go home, so I declined to talk to the police or press charges. [Nice Man] went back inside to talk to the police a bit more, and I tried to fix my scarf a little better. I had lost a few pins through all this, which was kind of annoying, so I couldn’t wrap it how it was earlier.
Nice Woman: “Your heart rate was around 200 when you passed out. Luckily, it went down again quickly; I had considered calling an ambulance. Oh! [Nice Man] is texting me!”
She read out to me what was going down back in the store.
As it turns out, I didn’t need to press charges. [Woman] was so infuriated that [Nice Man] would help a “terrorist b****” to “get away” that she got a bit… aggressive. She was yelling at the manager, security, and the police officers when [Nice Man] went back in. When she saw him, she whipped out her pepper spray — which, apparently, they were dumb enough to give back to her — and started SCREAMING at him. A cop grabbed her arm to stop her, and she tried to pepper spray them. She was taken down and cuffed. [Nice Woman] was positively gleeful as she told me about [Woman] getting tackled. Apparently, [Woman] then started screaming about suing the cops, getting the FBI involved, and so on.
I didn’t get to see [Woman] get taken off to jail, sadly; my bus pulled up and [Nice Woman] helped me over to it.
Since then, I refuse to go by myself to any store if I am wearing a headscarf, even though I live in a different area now. I wish I had gotten contact information to keep in touch with the nice couple, but I was too frazzled and desperate to go home and sleep it off.