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Happy Friday Hollaback’ers!
It has been another busy week ending street harassment! There were 11 press hits, including in the The Guardian, and one co-authored by Emily May and Debjani Roy, The Nottingham Post, The Daily Telegraph, Business Insider, Firat News, The Korean Herald, and ThinkOlga.com.
The last day to take the International Street Harassment survey was December 15th, and we cannot thank you enough for all the hard work you did in promoting it! The results and analysis are still forthcoming, but as of now we can tell you we collected about 15000 results! That’s incredible and we couldn’t of done it without you.
The End of Year Campaign is going full steam ahead. As of this posting, we’ve raised $9,230 and put up 18 posters!
Earlier in the week, we released Elisa Lopez’s harrowing video where she spoke out against her very public assault. The video is extremely difficult to watch, and we applaud Elisa’s bravery and are humbled to have supported her along the way.
Hollaback! Bahamas took the pledge to support youth survivors, leaders, and activists in the fight to end sexual violence in conflict in conjunction with http://www.youthtoendsexualviolence.org/.
Hollaback! Twin Cities put out a call for volunteers, so spread the word!
Great job this week team!
HOLLA and out!
– The Hollaback! Staff
I am a surgical resident (physician-in-training). On one of the first days our NY hospital re-opened after Sandy, I walked into a perioperative area to interview a patient at 630am. I wore scrubs (not the tailored attire of Grey’s Anatomy, but the burlap-bag, unflattering uniform of hospital employees). A group of 6 middle aged men, contractors in hardhats, passed by, and the one in front says, “nice can, doc.”
I was walk to work (in loose slacks and a puffy coat mind you) when a man sitting at a bus stop reached out and grabbed my butt. I was terrified he was going to do something worse, but I still turned around and told him off. When I walked away he screamed that I was a “frigid bitch”
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I always wanted to be the progressive man— strong enough to open all of the pickle jars yet sensitive enough to cry during Toy’s Story 3. I joined the Men against Patriarchy group on my college campus, attended panels about the experiences of women, was one of two men in my Feminist Psychology of Women class, and wrote my senior thesis on the destructive properties of Black heterosexual masculinity in American society. By any definition, I was on track to become an ally, or at least a man that feminists love.
However, social change cannot occur without action. Even though I have attended panel and read books, I have not consistently used my power to support the equity of women. I have sat silently while witnessing sexual assault in public in the name of sustaining the code of heterosexual men. Where do I even start? Before chaining myself to abortion clinics or fighting suspected aggressors on the street, I needed to identify how I contribute to our patriarchy.
Around this time of introspection, the infamous “10 hours walking around NYC as a woman” captured the attention of millions. Women effectively carved space for productive dialogue by sharing their personal encounters with street harassment. Although the video has its flaws—it ignored the racial and socioeconomic implications of framing white women as the victim and lower class men of color as the perpetrator—it illuminated a stark contrast between my experience and those of millions of women interacting with public space in New York City [NYC]. It further proved that headphones, novels, cellphones, “bitch faces”, and even significant others are no match for the male need to express admiration for physical beauty. I am guilty of this as well, constantly thinking of clever ways to interrupt the morning commute of attractive women across NYC.
Recognizing my participation, I wanted to reverse my Pavlovian response to seeing a “beautiful” woman; how could I stop salivating long enough to notice that women are more than their beauty? Brainstorming with a close friend about this problem, I suggested doing a social experiment, in which I would document how often I referenced or thought about the physical appearance of women for seven days. She pushed back, suggesting that I make it public and attach a financial stipulation. Together, we transformed this desire to change into a tangible goal.
For one month, I would track any thoughts or references about a woman’s physical appearance, donating $1 to an organization fighting against the effects of street harassment and violence. For accountability, I created a mobile spreadsheet for consistent tracking, enlisted several friends to check on me, and announced the challenge to my Facebook friends. Instead of growing my mustache for Movember, I decided to spend my month examining a large part of my masculine identity and checking my male privilege. November felt like the longest month of my life. From post-Halloween photos, cologne advertisements, alcohol commercials, food commercials, music videos, book covers, bartenders, cashiers, mothers, daughters; I found myself throwing money away. I second-guessed every word to make sure I created genderless conversations. Although difficult, it made me realize the importance of preserving another person’s humanity. Everyone is fighting for acceptance based on his/her character rather than physical appearance. It made me work harder to connect with and learn about the values of others. It made me seek out the experiences and personal stories about harassment and the concept of beauty. At the end of the month, I had made 95 references or thoughts. I decided to round up to 100 and split the money between Safe Horizon, Collective Action for Safe Spaces, and Hollaback!, given each organization’s role in supporting survivors of sexual harassment and assault.
Even though the month is over and the financial stipulations are gone, this work is not done. Although my eyes have been opened recently, I know that women have been grappling with these concepts for centuries. As a man, it is time for me to start listening and to stand behind those who have been on the front line all along.
As you finish reading this post, know that this challenge is for you. It is everyone’s duty to assess his/her participation in the system. This challenge may not be as trendy as ice water buckets, but know that the consequences are just as jarring. If we do not call for change, the rights and safety of women will continue to depend on the benevolence of a man.
Happy Friday Hollaback!’ers!
Hollaback! sites around the world have been busy with fundraising, launching and panels.
A huge thank you for the enormous progress we have made on survey entries. Remember, the last day to take the survey is December 15th! So now more than ever, we need you to spend the word for the final push.
Also, Hollaback! embarked on it’s End of Year Campaign with the ambitious goal of raising $15,000 by December 31st. The funds from this campaign are part of what makes it possible for us to train and launch new sites free of cost! With every $500 we raise, we are wheat pasting elementary school student anti-street harassment art work and sharing the photos on Twitter and Facebook. Please feel free to share and re-tweet these.
New Hollaback! sites are launching left and right, and with that is an increase in press attention.
Hollaback! New Orleans was highlighted in WGNO ABC and in the Uptown Messenger. They also hosted a launch party at NOLA Brewing Company. During the party, donations were collected to benefit the Metropolitan Center for Women and Children, a local non-profit that offers provides counseling to victims of domestic violence, sexual assault, human trafficking, and stalking, as well as shelter and legal information and advocacy. Metro Center also shared information about the services they offer. Party-goers shared their definitions and experiences of harassment and took home “Creeper Cards,” cards to hand to harassers as a passive yet direct response.
Hollaback! Las Vegas was in the Las Vegas Review Journal. From the Las Vegas main page: “We kicked off the movement to end street harassment in the Las Vegas community over this past weekend by having a booth downtown at First Friday on December 5th, and celebrating with a launch party at The Gay and Lesbian Community Center on Saturday the 6th. We spent the launch party discussing the issue of street harassment here in Las Vegas, sharing stories, doing interviews, and decorating superhero capes!”
Great job this week team!
HOLLA and out!
– The Hollaback! Staff
This Friday afternoon whilst trying to cross the road outside my street, a white van slowed down and stopped in the middle of the road in front of me to whistled at me and shouted slurs like ‘sexy’ and ‘hello love’. When I responded with a grimace because I felt offended by these slurs, I was cursed at by them, calling me ‘pussy’ and a ‘bitch’. I felt embarrassed, unsafe and vunerable, and this is the road where I live.
As a student, I commute everyday through public jeepneys here in the Philippines. Considering that jeepneys are open vehicles, people outside are able to see the passengers inside. Every single day, I get to encounter a few men giving me insulting signals or whistling at me whenever I’m inside the jeepney. I usually just ignore them, although the first time I experienced it I got really scared and uncomfortable. But this one time really struck me that even the littlest types of harassment such as this, has got to stop.
It was 9:00 in the evening and I’m on my way home. The jeepney was stuck in traffic, and I was sitting at the other end at the back of the jeepney, and beside me was a middle aged man. I assumed he was sleeping so I didn’t really mind at first, but then I noticed that his head was slowly moving closer to my chest. So I shuffled a bit, which woke him up, so I politely told him to move a little farther away. He just smiled, which made me uncomfortable. A few minutes later I noticed that it was his hands that were moving closer to my thighs, so I quickly asked the driver to stop the vehicle. As I was gathering my things, the man quickly covered his head, because maybe he thought I was about to punch or slap him. Which made him even more guilty. I just walked the whole way through while crying, hoping it would never happen to anyone again.
“Hold my dick” he says, standing across the street with the two other guys that just left the taxi van with him. The other jokes “What?” To which the first guy says, “No, not you,” nodding in my direction. As they start to cross the street, the other one says “Damn girl.”
I am prepared to destroy them all.
In the summer I was 17, my parents left me alone for two days. We lived in a quiet subdivision, and I was accustomed to taking evening walks. On this one, I felt I was being watched. A block later I decided to stroll through the power line field. Bad idea- I was isolated, and then he came out and approached me, menacing and masturbating in the dark. He told me not to move and he came closer. I pulled out my phone and he ran. Weeping, I called my best friend and her mother took me to the police.