Justice, bitches!
I hereby nominate Amanda Enayati for an Honorary Harpyship—plus Badass of the Year award—for her Salon article entitled “My Relentless Pursuit of the Guy Who Robbed Me.” Well, not for the article so much as for the badassery detailed therein.
See, Amanda Enayati’s car was broken into outside her San Francisco home. The stolen items: wallet, credit cards, Blackberry, GPS nav system, papers, things her kids had made her and more. But little did the thief know, he had messed with the wrong woman. Says Enayati:
See, aspiring thief, you just never know what you’re stepping into when you hit up a random car on a random street. However badass you think you may be, there is someone on the other side of the robbery. And in this particular case it was someone who escaped the Iranian Revolution as a child; who roamed the world alone for five years because her parents couldn’t get out; who watched from a dozen blocks away as the twin towers crumbled; who had just barely clawed her way out of that concentration camp known as late-stage cancer, if only because she was intent on raising her babies, come hell or high water. And all of this before she even turned 40. Can you see how that someone might be way more twisted than you?
Fuck. Yeah. And then she used Craigslist, a dating site, a reverse e-mail finder, MySpace and McDonald’s to hunt him down.
Read the entire account here. You will not be disappointed.
I love this woman, and her story. I want to have that much determination in the face of injustice. Bravo.
Oh my, as I read this post I was thinking, jeez & peas, doesn’t this woman know ya cannot leave ANYTHING in your car in SF? I and others I know have had windows busted in for a ransacking that turns up NOTHING of value, not even change in the ashtray, and it’s happened more than once. A friend had her dirty gym clothes stolen because she was lax enough to leave a bag visible in her car. It’s just ridiculous!
Anyway, in the article the author acknowledges the folly of leaving the items in the family car. At least the doors were unlocked and she didn’t have to pay to replace windows. Hey, turns out the smaller the broken window, the more expensive it is to repair, go figure.
That said, I have had excellent luck with getting lost/stolen items back, wallets and passports and things like that. People are generally kind that way when they happen upon such stuff. I’ve also done my karmic duty and returned a bag abandoned in front of my house to the guy who got mugged for it a couple blocks away.
I love a good detective story! This woman rocked.
Oh, this is sweet.
I love the idea of this genius explaining to the other guys on the cell block exactly how he got busted.
I wonder whether she will get any recognition from the police on the case. I suspect none. No matter; she rocks, we know she rocks, and she knows she rocks.
Can I tell you that you just made my YEAR? I have always always been a harpy at heart and to have my harpiness finally recognized. Thank you!
And I’m so going to frame this.
xo amanda
Hi Amanda!
You are a Harpy for life! Thanks for stopping by, and for being the badass woman that you are!
…and your feathery crown is in the mail!
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