A Tiny Little Girl and a Smiling Man – #YesAllWomen

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Posted May 27, 2014 by Marg Herder

RunningI was five or six years old. Playing by myself in our back yard, just past the black cherry tree that was one of our favorites for climbing. Our house was on the corner of 58th and Oakland, two quiet streets on the north side of Indianapolis. Huge metal electrical towers stood humming behind our house. Their right of way created a wonderful play area everyone called “the back forty.”

The neighborhood was made up of families with young kids and some older couples. The houses were simple, mostly one-story ranches with three bedrooms.

This was the sixties.

Kids played outside all day, alone and in packs. Adult supervision was occasional. “Why don’t you go out and play,” we were told by our mothers. It was normal to be unsupervised. Normal for the big kids to keep an eye on the little kids. Normal for the moms to look out their kitchen windows every now and then to make sure all of us were getting along.

It was not like it is now— parents didn’t feel the need to watch their young kids every minute.

We had rules and boundaries. Don’t cross 58th without permission. Don’t go more than four houses down the street. Ride your bikes on Oakland and Parker only. Watch out for cars. Don’t fight.

That afternoon, as I played alone in the side of our yard, just past the big black cherry tree, a car slowed along 58th.

It stopped next to where I was playing and a middle-aged man rolled down the window and beckoned me over. “Hi,” he said. “I’m lost.”

“Oh,” said the tiny me looking at him through his open window.

“Do you know which way is west?”

I was five or six years old. I think I was aware that west was a direction one might find on a map, but I had no idea which way it was.  Trying to appear helpful, I pointed up the road. “I think it might be that way,” I said.

I wonder if it struck me as odd that a grown-up would ask someone my age this question.

“Well, I need to find which way is west. Maybe you could get in and we could go see if it is up that way,” he said, pointing out the front window and looking into the distance. Turning back to me and smiling warmly, he said, “Why don’t you get in and we’ll go see?”

What it was, I don’t know. Maybe someone had impressed on me never to go anywhere with a stranger, but that’s not how I remember it. What I do remember is a weird feeling creeping up from my toes to the top of my head.

This man is dangerous.

“No!” I shouted. And I turned and ran as fast as I could into the house and told my mom what had happened.

The man must have driven away because the car was gone when my mom looked outside.

Funny, I remember my mom being very calm and simply telling me I did the right thing.

Later that week, my mom, now in her role as the Brownie leader, talked about my experience with the other little girls in our troop. She didn’t tell them it was my experience; she just said it had happened to “someone in the troop.” I remember sitting there wondering why, if I did the right thing, she didn’t tell everyone it was me. But I kept quiet as she talked. She used the story to explain to the other girls that if they ever encountered a similar situation, they must react the same way.  “Don’t ever get in a car with a man you don’t know,” she said.  “Run and tell your parents.”

It wasn’t until several years later that I even understood what I had avoided that day.

But what is remarkable to me, thinking back, is that after only five or six years on this planet a tiny little girl was aware enough of something to know that a smiling man meant to do her harm.

Yes, all women.

For information on the #YesAllWomen Twitter hashtag, and links to more information, check out this Link of the Day post.  EEWC-CFT member Esther Emery posted her own response to #YesAllWomen here.

 

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Marg Herder
Marg Herder is the Director of Public Information for EEWC-CFT, a Christian feminist organization working for gender (and LGBTQIA) justice in Christianity since 1974. She is the content manager and developer of the organization’s website, Christian Feminism Today. Marg identifies as a trans* lesbian writer, musician, and feminist spiritual seeker. She works to draws attention to the ongoing violence directed at women and LGBTQIA people in this “Christian” society, the desperate need for an understanding of God that includes the Divine Feminine, and Christ/Sophia’s desire that each of us move deeper into our own practice of non-violence.

4 COMMENTS

  1. Thanks for adding your voice and telling your story, Marg. Looking back as a mom of that era, saying “Why don’t you go out to play,” it is scary to be reminded of close calls like this. So thankful you were spared by the inner sense that made you run. You were a wise little kid! Still are!

  2. What a story! Thank you for sharing this. After reading it, I was prompted to share it with a friend. She had two similar experiences. And I actually dredged up an experience of my own.

    You have such a wise mother. Much love to you and yours.

  3. I was about that age and lived at the end of a dead-end street. A truck with 2 men and 1 woman drove drown to the end of our street. I was playing in the front yard. The man driving said, “Come get in the truck with us, little girl. Come on! It will be fun.” I was too young to know the horrors a child could face, but like Marg, something said this was very creepy and I ran to the back yard. The truck just turned around and drove away. I will always be thankful for innocence spared by some ancient inner voice saying “don’t do it.”

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