My neighbors are STILL suspicious of me: Police edition

This is an unexpected part 2 of the the blog post I wrote this past February: My neighbors are suspicious of me

I spent my morning recording a video about why bloggers wear seasonal clothing if the temperature hasn’t yet reflected that season. For example, why a blogger might wear a sundress and strappy heels when there’s snow on the ground in April. But this idea was completely halted when a neighbor decided to accost me while taking blog photos for this project, accusing me of photographing houses.

LET US SEE THE BACKGROUND, SHALL WE?

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Beyond my smiling ass face and cold legs, you can see trees, sidewalk, poles and apartments in the damn distance.

Oh wait, what about this photo.

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MY FEET. OH HELL NO.

Wait, wait, surely it’s these offensive photos that warranted being confronted:

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Oh, oh no WAIT. WAIT. This old German woman cleared it up for me. This is a PRIVATE. AREA. This sidewalk here, y’all. Private. This open, connected sidewalk in a public living area is private. My camera and tripod and brown self are not welcome there, and that totally justified her saying that she was going to CALL THE POLICE.

I am SICK of this. She aggressively approached me and I answered as calmly as I could, told her I have a style blog, that I am only taking photos of myself, and just, ugh, listen to my rant if you want to know:

(WARNING: Cursing, whining, multiple chins)

This is getting out of hand. I don’t know what to do. I had the idea of making a sign in German that I can prop up against my tripod for anyone who may be curious or confront me again. I can simply say, “Lesen Sie” and point to the damn sign.

What would you do? I have every right to take photos in this area, and a quick scroll through my blog is evidence enough that I never post addresses, street names, houses or anything else “private.” I need a nice, mature way of handling this problem because I will not stop taking blog photos around here and I will not tolerate being mistreated by members of this community.

Dress: Vero Moda (similar)
Jacket: H&M
Shoes: Zara
Earrings: H&M
Ring: c/o SammyDress (similar)

  • Celeste

    Oh my god, I’m so sorry you’re going through this, its supremely shitty. I’m Mexican and always feel a little uneasy abroad for precisely this reason, but I always thought I was just being paranoid. Now I know it’s true! So crazy that she was totally unashamedly racist, didn’t even try to hide it. I don’t even know you but I’m sending you hugs!

    • Leah

      The only times I can safely say that I experienced any kind of racism has been in Germany, but I still love it here. It’s typically the older generations who are quick to judge, which is what happened with this incident. I’m trying not to let it get to me, but it makes me feel unwelcome in my own neighborhood. I appreciate the hugs!