A not too dark slim African heritage youth walked across the crossing in front of me yelling at the top of his voice, 'why won't anyone help me'. That he looked dirty and wasted was perhaps a reason.
I locked my doors when he stopped about four metres past the front of my car. He looked back at me or perhaps the car next to me. He was looking hard at me or us and still yelling and he began to walk back towards us. Against the red light, I swung left into Dandenong Road and made a U turn at Kooyong Road to get home. The car to the left of me followed me against the red light. I don't know if there were other cars behind us or what they did.
I am not normally given to bad language or so easily spooked. I have in my job dealt with many scary people over nearly four decades, but to feel under threat on my way home from work in a well to do suburb was fucking horrible shit. There is something seriously going wrong in Melbourne and I will whistle and point, immigration numbers. We need to be able to care for immigrants, not just import them willy nilly and dump them in our poorest suburbs and allow them to become petty criminals.
While there have been a couple of uncomfortable incidents when I have been out and about, never have I felt fearful in advance like I did last night.