Yesterday, my friend Jackie Danicki was attacked and assaulted on London's public transport (the Tube's Bakerloo line platform at Baker Street, all the way through Piccadilly Circus to be precise).
For those who don't know her, Jackie is one of the most generous, giving, straight-shooting and sincere people you can know. She's the type who will slave over catering an entire party the eve of an international flight, prepare an American Thanksgiving feast for visiting compadres, continuously share her knowledge and help, and go way out of her way to connect people.
It is disheartening and disturbing to know that not more than one man and one woman did anything at all to help Jackie during the assaults and attacks.
Part of the reason we're here, in my eyes, is to stand up and do something. To stand up for others than merely ourselves - complete strangers included. Might it get you in trouble? Put you at risk? Potentially hurt you? At times, it might. But who are you, if you're here only for you? This doesn't call for some super-human heroic action, necessarily. But doing something. Not nothing.
Unfortunately I can't do much from the US, but try and leverage the power of many. If you are in London, and can identify him ... please do. Turn him in, and get him off the streets. The next woman (or man) might not be as lucky as Jackie, horrific as the experience was, to walk away from his (and his accomplice's) assaults.
[And Jackie, you are absolutely worthy of the overwhelming amount of support that you've received.]