I work in downtown Minneapolis and take the bus to and from work (parking is too expensive). My bus stop is on Hennepin Ave on Block E. Block E is an area downtown that was known for it's high crime back in the day, but since the city rebuilt the area over the years, new businesses (mainly entertainment) and shops have come in and it is actually a fun place to hang out, drink, etc. Unfortunately this area still attracts the scum of Mpls.
I arrive at my bus stop this evening. I stand at my normal spot, against the building in front of the bus shelter. There are about 15 people there waiting for their buses as well. I had my headphones on and was listening to some tunes.
Within a minute or so, this rather large (approx. 6'2", 280 lbs, late 20's,) American African dressed in a black fur coat walks up to this short, pudgy White girl that is standing in the shelter. He had a couple of buddys with him. This guy starts YELLING at this girl at the top of his lungs. I still had my headphones on when it started, so I didn't get the beginning of it. Needless to say, the headphones went off immediately once I realized what was happening.
Some of his phrases were: Where the f***have you been? No f***ing *itch leaves me hanging. I told you to f***ing wait for me like you always do. You're so f***ing stupid. You better get your f***ing a** directly home. Well, you get the jist of it. Every other word was F this, F that. This guy is all up in her face and a couple of times, he pushed her against the glass of the bus shelter. His homies meanwhile are having a good old time laughing at the situation. She looked really scared and humiliated.
All of this is happening about 5 feet in front of me. I look around and everyone is just standing there. I don't know if they were in shock, or if they just didn't care. By this time, I already had my pepper spray in my left hand and had opened the hidden pocket in my shoulder bag which had my G23. This guy was very intimidating and even went so far as to warn the people around not to call the cops on their cell phones.
Thankfully the girl's bus arrived. As she was standing in line waiting to board, this idiot was still yelling at her, and at the people in line who were looking at them. Even when she sat down, he still yelled at her through the bus window while pounding on the glass (he didn't get on the bus). All of this took place within five minutes.
Looking back at this event, part of me feels guilty for not helping this girl. When I say help, I mean just asking her if she needed help or if she wanted me to call the police. The absolute last thing that I would want to do is to get in a fight with this guy and his homies. I don't know how much assistance I could've rendered, but if it would've relieved her from the pressure this guy was putting on her, I'm sure she would've appreciated it.
On the other hand, part of me is glad that I didn't get involved. This guy was crazy (or high on something) and I'm sure he would've thrown punches at me, not to mention what his buddys would've done. As I mentioned, I did have my pepper spray but I had doubts on how effective it would'be been on this guy. Draw down on him? The "Risk versus Reward" ratio was not to my advantage. Don't get me wrong, I would not feel one bit guilty shooting this guy, but I would have him (if he survived) and his family after every penny that I have. Sure it would've been self-defense (after he started attacking me of course), but some lawyer would argue that I was responsible by interfering.
During the ride home, I was so mad at this guy for treating that girl so badly. I was literally fuming in my seat. Now that I've calmed down, a part of me still feels a little guilty for not helping her. Should I feel guilty?