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  • Tell us your Story

    We are collecting stories on hate crimes. If you were a victim of a hate crime, we would like to hear from you. Post it on our site and let people hear your voice. All information is confidential and your personal information will not be shared with anyone. More

  • Press Release

    This day, March 20, 2013 marks the one-year anniversary of our march to bring attention to the hate crimes that took place in the Columbia Heights area of Washington, D.C. We put out the call on Facebook and brought together over 700 people to march with us.

    Out of the march, Straight/Queer Alliance Against Hate (SQAAH) was born. We created SQAAH with the goal to collect personal stories to post online to show the real effects that hate crimes have on people. News outlets may run coverage of hate crimes but when the story is done and time goes by the outrage fades. The SQAAH website is designed to continually shine a light on hate crimes and how they impact us all. More

D.C Columbia Heights

As I was walking up 16th st I turned into Meridian Place like I always do because thats where I live, I noticed a group of black males I didn’t pay attention to them until I overheard one of them say “get him” when I heard that I looked back and saw that one of them was getting close to me and then said: “Don’t run cause I’ll get you anyway” I felt worry and decided to run up the st to my building on the transition to my house I could hear that one guy call me fag, spic and assured me that I was not going to get away.
Once I got to my buildings front door I looked back at him and told him to step away because there were cameras and if he did something he was going to get caught, so I reach back for my keys and tried to open the door when I realized he was standing behind me, when I turned around he started punching me on my face and head as I tried to protect and defend myself he threw me down the stairs and when I got up he continued beating me and pushed me into a trash can, I was on the floor when he grabbed a messenger back that I had (which was then founded a few blocks away with all the items intact) and ran towards 14th st… I got up and went back to my apartment where i noticed how bad i was bleeding and how my teeth where up in my gums, I had to laid on the floor because I felt dizzy and once i felt better called 911. When the police officers and ambulance got to my house I was still bleeding , dizzy and in pain. I was examined and filed a report then was taken to the hospital. At the ER the investigator showed up and asked a few questions if anything which is still what has me in awed since I expected him or the police to ask me more questions, to be more helpful or at least try to contact the building’s manager to get the security camera footage. I am more than thankful with the staff at the Washington Medical Center they too cared of me properly and made me feel more than secure.

Northside OHIO

My BF [boyfriend] were walking from a gay friendly bar in North side OH going to another bar to check it out. I was holding my bf arm and two guys mugged us at gun point. I ran to call the police i couldn’t even dial my phone. I was too scared that I didn’t know where my bf was so i stopped. The guy caught up with me and started to punch me in the head with his gun. A third guy came to help and didn’t seem like it was part of the gang. He punched Josh in the jaw breaking it in 3 pieces. He has to get metal plates in and and his mouth wired shut. He also lost a toot. I made it out with bumps and bruises.

The officers took our statement there was a detective that looked into the case and she said that he targeted us because we were gay. Beause of he seriousness of the attack it will be a felonious assault and also be charged as a hate crime.

Columbia Heights/Park View – Washington, DC

I was riding home in a cab on Monday night. I live on a one-way street, so instead of asking the cab driver to drive all they way down a one way just to turn around back another one way street – I volunteered to get off a block away from my home, enjoy the unseasonably nice March weather and walk the distance home. It was dusk time, and the street was lively with traffic, pedestrians, and corner market still open for business. I was only able to walk less then a hundred feet before I my jacket was pulled up around my head and I was pulled to the ground. I had a messenger bag strap looped twice around my neck and underneath one arm. It was all happening faster than I could grasp and my memory only could manage snapshots of everything that was going on. I couldn’t see anything with my jacket over my face, but I have memories of clawing for the ground as I was being dragged by the messenger bag wrapped around me and vivid recollection of bracing myself for each kick that was aimed at my face as I was dragged along the alley. Not only was there kicks launched but many epithets and slurs regarding my sexual orientation, which seem to be their motivation.

My memory gets fuzzy – I can’t recall if they were proud of what the accomplished and fled, or if I was able to get to my feet and run – my next memory was just running. Running to anywhere where I would be in the open, visible, and “safe”. I clearly remember thinking that being on Georgia Avenue with traffic would be a deterrent. I still had all my belongs, so I ran underneath a bright street light so that I could use my cell phone to call to my partner. I was so disoriented and confused, I couldn’t find the right words to let him know I was no more than 2 or 3 blocks away – I just remember wanting help and safety. As I was on the phone with him letting know that I had just been attacked – and as I was trying to figure out where I was to tell my partner, a group of people claiming to be the cops approached me. My partner still on the phone, remembers me exclaiming I know that you are not the cops and then hearing scuffling – and then a woman picked up the phone and disconnected the conversation. After that most of my memory starts going blank, I just remember thinking to myself that I was not going to survive this night.

My next vivid memory is stumbling, faltering, and desperately hoping that safety would find me before trouble for a third time. I was hiding behind cars and I an pedestrian who saw the bloodied mess I was pulled over to call the police for me. As I a sat on the curb, the police came, and then my partner who couldn’t see anything but the massive amounts of blood pouring from my completely broken jaw – and finally the EMT’s came. Then I was able to stop running on adrenaline and fade from exhaustion.

I woke up in the hospital – in ICU, intubated, drugged, unable to speak but most importantly alive. I spent the next 7 days in ICU beaten, bruised, completely weakened and most notably two fractures sustained to my jaw. I had two surgeries performed, two titanium plates in my jaw, and spent 6 weeks with my mouth completely wired shut. That week in ICU was torture – there were times where I didn’t know if I was going to be alright, constantly on a flow of painkillers and medication that wreak havoc on the brain. There was a moment where I was awake for 72 hours straight because I had a fear that Iif I went to sleep and may not wake up. There was such an overflow of anxiety and constant fear/paranoia that I may not get through this ordeal. Then there was sadness that filled the ICU room as I could only silently look at that melancholy and worried looks on my friends, family, and partner. Just as it was taxing and exhausting on me, I could tell it was much more so for them.

Fortunately, today I am well and hoping to give back. I am lucky to have an amazing community who supported me and my recovery. In fact, such a great community – we were able to gain some great forward momentum to say this should never happen. We held a march of almost if not more than 700 people organized in a week, and supported by our DC city council and MPD. This is why I support SQAAH, because they believe wholeheartedly that these crime can and should be prevented – but also want to ensure for those victims, that there is a community of support and care. Please let any voice be heard if you know anyone who has been a victim of hate – these stories need to be heard!