I scored a HollaBack victory last night. I was almost home and walking down Roosevelt Ave. in Jackson Heights when I heard a guy behind me saying things that sounded like catcalls. I listened to the words and it went something like this: “Yes, your body, I can be inside your body.”
I turned around and asked him, “You talking to me?”
“Oh yes, yes.”
“Well, you better shut the fuck up, buddy, or I’ll have you arrested,” I said. I did not know how I was going to have him arrested, but that’s beside the point. “You better stop talking to me like that.”
Of course, he did not stop. Despair set in. Then, miracle of miracles! I saw a cop crossing the street. I flagged her down and told her about the harrasser. He was trying to hide behind the telephone booth but we found him. She started scolding him. I started scolding him, too — “you don’t talk to women like that.” He played dumb and denied everything, but the officer wasn’t having any of it. To add insult to his injury, every time I tried to talk to the officer the harrasser interrupted me. Which caused the officer to yell “shut up” at him over and over. It was quite fun to watch the officer put him in his place.
“See, you obviously don’t respect women because you won’t even let them talk to each other,” I said.
The officer told me she would give the guy a summons. I left them on the corner and went about my merry way.
Submitted by Lauri
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