In a long rumination on the incident, Babu writes that she and her writer friends “felt angry and violated, but not in a way that necessarily placed blame on the person who did it.”
It seems that if they blame anyone, it’s themselves — for existing and choosing to live in Ditmas Park in the first place.
In the weeks following the robbery, she and her friends worked on “finding space to take into consideration the broader social and economic circumstances surrounding the incident” and “cultivated our sense of compassion toward the robber, whom we imagined must have been acting out of dire need.”
Babu quotes another writer who was robbed that night as saying, “I didn’t ultimately think that person posed a threat. I didn’t feel afraid of the person; I felt more just afraid of the weapon.”
Welcome to the bizarro world of gentrification guilt, where the man with the gun pointed at you isn’t allowed to be “scary” but a weapon with no motive of its own is.