Indians have spat at me in the street since I was a schoolboy, how do I make then stop?

[Anonymous]

I live in London and have been on the recieving end of spit from primarily indian people from early childhood onwards. The first time this happened to me was when I was 6 years old walking to primary school with my mum; they've done it ever since - one just did it again, hence the question.

As you can imagine, being spat at unprovoked has had an effect on how I view them and their hateful actions towards me. Its at my feet; its not away from me, its not after me, its not half way up the street from me - its Directly at my feet In Front of me as they walk past.

It's gotten more common recently since I've started going out instead of locking myself inside; it matches the increase of positive attention towards me lately (Halo effect?). The only thing I've done is groom better, keep my blonde hair washed, and be more active - I've never looked or said anything to these people, yet they do it without warning in areas throughout the city.

Is there anything I can do to make them stop? They seem to do it all over London, but particularly in areas I presume they believe are now their territory (?). Im concerned they will eventually do something more life threatening as I walk past...

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Neither myself nor my family knows these people. I wear no logos, religious symbols or expensive clothing. I dont act above anyone, and I'm an introvert who keeps to himself (probably because of how I was treated in childhood).

I regularly give directions and help to those who approach me - which is mostly overseas tourists. To my knowledge, Sikhs and Goans have never done it to me. I've recently developed the courage to ask spitters WHY, but they just look me in the eye and walk on.

[Guy13]

I have never heard of such a thing for no reason. Are you pure Brit or what. That is a very ballsy thing to do. Does it have something to do with your parents or family in general. What do we not know?

[Asker]

It mostly happens in Asian parts of London, including areas I have never been, which makes me believe it is based on my steriotypical appearance: Blue eyes, blonde hair, English accent.

These people have never met my family, they've never even met me.

Being spat at by people you haven't even looked at, let alone spoken to, isn't something that fills you with gratitude - it makes me outraged and a tad fearful that they know they can get away with it.

Im avoiding my local station now, even if it now means a longer walk and using the underpasses to reach the next one.

[Anonymous]

Find a self defense class that appeals to you, and open a can whoop ass when someone degrades you.

[Asker]

What I am thinking about getting is a body-camera. Its getting to that point. I can't use self defence without video evidence of their assault against me - but even then, self-defence isn't strictly legal here - if I was physically attacked it would turn into a civil battery case, and without video evidence the initiator would plead the victim.

I recently moved to help cook for a relative; and in this new area they always spit at me near the station - which I used this morning to go to work, but not before a short woman spat at me as she passed. I'm going to avoid that area from now on, the next station is further but I haven't been assaulted there yet.

[OddBeMe]

Weird. Do they know you?

[Asker]

No, that's what makes this so personal; these are random people. I've even moved to a relative's in a completely different district and it happens close to here too. I know it's based on my appearance; and I think its either an attack on an outgroup, a hate crime against me for appearing English.

This is why Im going to save up for a body cam to report this to the Police, but they likely won't do anything. So I'll post all the footage online to maybe get some awareness. I can't be the only person this happens to, but there aren't that many people who look like me in London anymore; at least outside the wealthy districts - but I'm not wealthy enough to live amongst them. I've got less that £100 to my name, and I wear unremarkable clothes. Even my nice clothes aren't expensive, they're just plain unbranded shirts & trousers.

One of the offenders rambled at me when I was in a fast food shop earlier this week about India and how the English aren't helping them, and that I wasn't doing anything (I was eating a chicken burger, what Could I be doing). I completely blanked him; if he's already rambling, Karma had already struck.