The other day I was riding the PATH train from Journal Square to Newark. 30 seconds before the train pulled into the Harrison stop the train’s horn repeatedly sounded and the brakes were applied so hard that several people who were standing in the car lost their balance for more than a moment.
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by Malaika Booker-Wright
I stared down the set of steep cement steps that lead to the “A” train and hesitated.
“Gal! Come on! Mark and Len will protect us. And you only have four stops after me and Mark get off.”
I walked down the steps with Kim, Mark, and Len, feeling that none of them could protect me if need be.