Opinion / Carlota Rebelo
Unwanted reality
“If you hold your keys like this you can use them as a weapon.” I was about 12 years old when my mother had the talk with me. “If you think you’re being followed, use a building’s windows as mirrors to see how close they are to you.” It seems ridiculous that these and other protective actions – and going through life in a state of high alert – have become subconscious norms in my life as a woman living in London.
Yesterday the murderer of Sarah Everard, a young woman who was walking home when she was abducted near Clapham Common, south London, in March, was sentenced to a “whole life” in prison. Everard’s murder shocked the UK and the world. As the horrific details of her final hours were revealed in an Old Bailey courtroom, we learnt how a police officer used his position of power to commit this heinous crime.
It made me think of my mother’s advice, which has led to a lifetime of being constantly aware of my surroundings. I thought of my friends and how normal it is for us to say, “Text me when you’ve made it home,” after a nice dinner out. It reminded me of the longer routes I take to get places, how I often end up walking an extra 10 minutes to avoid a particularly dark street near my home in Hackney and of work trips, when I memorise shop signs and monuments on the way to and from the hotel to be able later to ensure a taxi driver is sticking to the right route. And ultimately of just how utterly exhausting it is to be a woman in a city, never able to relax until you lock the door behind you, even when you’re just walking home.