First things first, let’s be clear about one thing: a hate crime is an act perpetrated against another due to their race, gender, sexual orientation, or religion. It often results in the death or persecution of entire groups of people, and it is deplorable. It most definitely does NOT include a confrontation over a highly controversial and expensive piece of intrusive technology. There’s no need to go all Tom Perkins over here.
Now, on to the story. Over the weekend, tech writer Sarah Slocum vented on Facebook:
OMG so you’ll never believe this but… I got verbally and physically asaulted and robbed last night in the city, had things thrown at me because of some wanker Google Glass haters, then some *bleeeeeeeeeep* tore them off my face and ran out with them then and when I ran out after him his *bleeeeeeep* friends stole my purse, cellphone walet and everything..
other patrons of Molotov’s someone working across the street had a different take upon reading the article:
That is not at all what happened. It was after last call, she was wasted and being a bitch, someone called her a glasshole and her boyfriend tried to fight the dude, and got his ass whooped. The glasses fell off her face and someone picked them up and gave them back to her. Nobody robbed her either, this [person] is making all this shit up. Go Molotovs!!!!!
At this point I thought the name sounded familiar, and I realized I went to school with her, so I reached out with the above version of events. Sarah went on to continue defending herself on Facebook:
I wasn’t being any sort of a bitch until after I was flicked off, called a bitch, had dirty wet bar rags thrown at me and had people invading my personal space and trying to rip them off my face.
Your “friend” must have been one of the people who robbed me or who were friends with the robbers and tech glass haters at that bar and must have been the wasted one because they can’t even tell the difference between males and females or remember the story correctly. No glasses fell of my face. Those were my friend’s prescription glasses who defended me and got in a fight with the guy that ripped the glasses off my face and ran out of the bar with them. And if anyone got their ass beat it was the guy that that assaulted me and ran outside the bar with the Google Glasses. The only injuries that my friend has is a scrapped knee. And actually he was jumped by two other **** while he was fighting the douch bag.
I was minding my own biz with a computer phone. Everyone has a computer or phone these days. And what have they done to the city? Given people cool cellphones?? And awesome technology that we all use and take for granted everyday? I realize that I represented the tech millionaires and billionaires in their eyes, but that isn’t me and I didn’t even pay for my Google Glasses, one of my developer friends gave them to me because he wasn’t using them and doesn’t currently have time to develop an app for them right now.
Now, the whole story sounds pretty crazy. There’s conflicting versions of events and a lot of alcohol involved. Someone else even sent me this message on Facebook:
I wouldn’t normally comment on such things but i actually met this girl on the street after the incident happened. Couple of things: It was 2am on a friday night when i met her she was less than sober (she had had approx a small child full of vodka cran’s) secondly from what she told me it sounded like she left her bag and phone unattended in a busy bar on a friday night. Her friends were so riled up (and obnoxious) that they almost started fighting with me when i argued it maybe wasn’t the smartest idea to wear google glass and film in a punk rock bar and leaving a bag and phone unattended wasn’t the wisest of decisions. I left her feeling sorry only for myself that i had spent 5 minutes of my life in her groups bosom.
So I don’t know what happened. What I do know, however, is that it is absolutely moronic to label this as a hate crime, as Josh Wolford thought fit to do. Perspective, people. Please.
(Now, if you want to go ahead and call it a HAIGHT CRIME, by all means be my guest)