This week we’re dedicating Week In Our Shoes to International Anti- Street Harassment Week! Here at Hollaback! HQ we have been busy planning and prepping for our International Anti-Street Harassment Rally. We’ve been coordinating speakers, creating posters and working with our cosponsors to get the word out. If you’re looking to fight street harassment this week, come fight it with us tomorrow, April 16th, at 2:00 in Tompkins Square Park.
And at Hollaback! Sites around the world:
Hollaback! Bahamas partnered with College of the Bahamas Ambassadors and Pro Society for a chalking event along the campus’ ‘Survivors Walk’, a main walkway on campus.
Hollaback! Baltimore partnered with FORCE to speak at the Monument Quilt Display, held a coffee chat at the Bun Shop, ran a self-care event at the MICA wellness center, held a virtual write in for #EndSH week, joined a twitter chat with CASS and held a wheatpasting event. Saturday April 16th they will be holding a public rally in Baltimore.
Hollaback! Vegas tabled at The Extreme Thing and held various chalking events at high schools throughout Southern Nevada.
Hollaback! Peterborough will be hosting a chalk walk on Saturday April 16th.
Hollaback! Vancouver held a wheatpasting event and two therapeutic body mapping workshops. They will also be hosting a party with Good Night Out to celebrate consent and create harassment-free spaces.
That’s everything for this week! Stay tuned for more next week!
Holla and out!
I recently moved to New York from my native country and was trying to figure my way back to my apartment it was about 9 pm. Suddenly a man started walking beside me saying “hey beautiful wanna go somewhere. ” I tried to ignore him thinking that if I did he would get fed up and go away. But he didn’t. He continued saying “what you don’t like black? ” “too big for you? ” I thought it was enough and said leave me alone but he caught up on my accent saying that if “I can’t face NYC then I should have just stayed in Asia ” and walked away cursing me. I don’t know of I feel the same about NYC anymore .
I was walking home from uni at around 2 pm in the afternoon, same thing i do everyday, when i passed by these two guys that stopped what they were talking about and one of them said to me “girl, you don’t know what I’d like to do with that ass of yours”.
I couldn’t help it so i turned back and looked at them with a “what the hell are you saying” face. My reaction was normal, but they thought it to be an attack so they decided to follow me to my house, and when i was getting inside, they shouted “now we know where you live”.
They had to be around 16 years old and I am 22, so their effort to threaten me just made me laugh, which offended them so of course they called me in the same sentence a PRUDE AND SLUT.
There were more people in the street, they were watching the scene and they didn’t even make a sound.
What pisses me off it is not that they insulted and followed me or comment about my ass; what bothers me is that their behavior has been normalized and socially accepted. In fact, at least in Spain, many men don’t even see that as an attack to women as a collective.
This is why we need feminism. Having a dick doesn’t legitimize a man to have an unwanted opinion on a woman’s body. Catcalling is harassment, not complimenting. Even if it was complimenting…we don’t need men’s approval on how we dress or look. We don’t need any man’s opinion on how hot or fat we are; in fact, we don’t need any man’s opinion on anything we do, unless we ask for it.
Thanks for reading and hi from Spain to all women out there fighting for equality 🙂
I was on a busy 4 train uptown and it was very crowded after work. An guy started rubbing his finger over my crotch area. At first I thought it was an accidental brush but he then did it again, I moved back slightly but couldn’t move much. I imagined that I was misreading the situation but then his finger ran up and down the length of my penis in my jeans. I was so shocked and embarrassed I didn’t know what to do, the train pulled into 86st and he got off quickly and I couldn’t see him. I was reluctant to tell a member of staff or police because I was embarrassed – I thought I would share on here to see if this has happened to anyone else because this guy can’t continue to get away with this.
I was standing on the subway platform, minding my own business and I looked up to see some guy passing by, leering at me and looking me up and down. When I made eye contact, he thought I was ready to flirt with him and he cracked a smile and said ‘hellooo!’ Ugh, nope. THEN, I got on the train and after a few stops a guy sat diagonal from me and just kept staring at me. I wanted to take it easy as I had a long ride ahead of me, but I could feel his eyes focusing on my legs. I just wanted to hide in my coat. When I got off at my station and walked to work, I was again met by ‘helloooo, good afternoon’ in front of a building I try to avoid, but didn’t today. What is up with today?
I was walking with my infant daughter in a carrier. I had just said goodbye to my partner, and walked towards riverside to go to my home. On the way there, a man jumped in my path and started cooing at my daughter — not an issue, happens often — but he wouldn’t let up, and blocked my path. I smiled thinly and waited it out, feeling uncomfortable and shifting my body so he couldn’t touch her. He touched me instead, running his hand along my back and arm, and started saying stuff about my body. I didn’t really know what to do — I was worried he would be mean or hurt us or yell and scare my daughter, and I didn’t want her to be scared or see me being scared, so I just kind of stood there and smiled.
I eventually pushed him off and walked with my head down, not listening to him as he called after us. When I hear other people’s stories and they say they were scared, I forget what that strange feeling of fear can be – it’s isolating and roots you in place. It’s nothing and something and overblown and serious at the same time. I always feel like I’m overreacting…and then suddenly like I’m not. I always doubt myself and, no matter how often I tell myself otherwise, somehow feel responsible for what happened. My daughter is 10 months old, and this is going to happen again — and then it’s going to happen to her. I want to know how to respond so that she doesn’t think I’m afraid, or that she knows this isn’t okay, but I’m still scared and I don’t ever want to endanger her. It feels hopeless somedays.
Waiting for the bus a guy was coming up to people asking for change. He was chatting with a young women and put his arm in hers.
I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but was keeping an eye out unsure if I should walk over and check in with her. As soon as he left, she quickly walked over to stand next to me. I asked if she was okay, if she knew the guy.
“No, I don’t know him. I was just trying to be polite and hoping he didn’t get violent”
I was walking to the 2 train to go visit a friend when a guy who walked pass me did a 180 and started following me. And by following, I mean was on top of me. His body was literally touching mine as I was walking, asking for my phone number and if I would be his girlfriend. In that moment I went into “fight or flight” mentality that so many of us women find ourselves in. Do I just stay quiet and keep walking, hoping he goes away? Or do I turn around and face my potential attacker? At first I quietly declined his advances, although his body was pushing me to walk faster. I was quickly looking for people who were close by or open businesses that I might be able to walk in to. Then I increased my request for him to leave me alone by simply stating I would call the police if he didn’t leave me alone. This persisted for several blocks, so I finally stopped in my tracks, looked him in the eye and yelled at the top of my lungs “Leave me the fuck alone or I swear to God I will fucking choke the shit out of you!” He laughed and finally walked away.
As we get closer to our International Anti-Street Harassment Rally, things are getting busier and busier around the office! We can’t wait for the rally and hope that anyone who is in the area will join us on Saturday, April 16th at 2:30 in Tompkins Square Park to reclaim our public space!
We are also getting ready for our #hollaback challenge! During International Street Harassment Week, we will be taking back the mental and physical space that is pushed aside by harassment. The week will be focused on reflection, healing and action. By signing up and taking part in our challenge, you will be entered to win some free HOLLA-goodies including buttons, t-shirts, totes, baby onsies and more!
And at Hollaback! sites around the world:
Hollaback! Bahamas site leader, Alicia Wallace, was featured in an article for NPR about street harassment around the world. They also visited College of the Bahamas to give presentations on gender equality and street harassment.
Hollaback! Bmore co-director, Brittany Oliver is featured in the first issue of Hyrsteria Zine. They also co-organized Town Hall for Survivors of Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence this past week.
Hollaback! Vancouver site leaders sat down with Loose Lips Magazine to talks about Hollaback!. They will be hosting a workshop this Sunday. Navigating Ourselves and Our Streets will focus on mapping. They will make life-size maps documenting perceptions of safety in the community. The maps will be posted throughout Vancouver during International Anti-Street Harassment Week.
That’s all for this week! Stay tuned for more great stuff next week as we celebrate International Anti-Street Harassment Week!
Holla and Out!
This happened to me years ago but I still cannot shake it. I was at a club with some friends and dancing when this guy just came up to me like he wanted to dance. I ignored him. Moments later, he proceeded to stick his hand straight up under my shirt, under my bra, and felt my bare breast. I was so shocked that it took me a moment to even realize what was going on. I backed away and yelled at him
(the music was loud so I don’t even know if he heard.) I wish I would have told someone and made a big scene and really called him out, but I was just so shocked! It was like it happened in slow motion. My friends even missed it and I never told them about it. In fact, to this day I never told anyone about it, but I think of it often.