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Je rentrais chez moi le soir avec une copine, et deux hommes nous ont abordées. Ma copine et moi, on ne lui a pas répondu quand il nous a demandé, dans un premier temps, si on pourrait “faire connaissance” et après si on “voulait baiser”. Moi et ma copine a continué notre chemin sans répondre, alors il a crié qu’on était des grosses putes en nous suivant quelques mètres. Puis lui et son copain ont quitté la place.
I went home at night with a girlfriend and two men approached us. My girlfriend and I, we did not answer him when he asked us, at first, if we could “get to know them” and then if we “wanted to fuck.” My girlfriend and I went on our way without answering, then he shouted that we were big whores and they followed us a few meters. Then he and his friend left.
Walking down 14th with two of my friends, a man walked toward me in that way they do, where you know they’re about to say something disgusting. He didn’t say anything, though. He just passed by me extremely close, then turned and started following us. He threw out some “baby… baby”s and we ignored him. His comments became more disgusting, “I love your pussy. It’s my favorite.” He kept following. He followed us to our front steps (by the time we realized he was still following, we were already on our deserted street), though we told him to stop. We told him no several times. My friend got out her phone to call the cops and the guy finally left. My friend spoke to the 911 operator for a few minutes. We’re still seething, and worried about him knowing where we live.
You’d think that because of Anti-Street Harassment Week things would have cooled down a little in Holla Land for this week…. but you’d be wrong! So much is happening! In general #StreetHarassment news, you’ve probably already heard about these anti-catcalling signs popping up around NYC, but have you seen this video of a guy interrupting a reporter doing a story on why these signs are important, and arguing that catcalling is actually good? It’s pretty wild, and definitely a good reminder of why we need to continue to teach people that street harassment is #NotACompliment.
Back in HQ, our ED Emily May and DD Debjani Roy met with some folks from McGraw Hill to talk about our strategies and goals for fighting street harassment. They all seemed really supportive of our Holla Revolution!
Speaking of which, we’re gearing up for Holla:: Rev London which will be on June 23rd! We’ve already lined up performers and speakers such as Laura Bates from the Everyday Sexism project, Sauna Youth, our ED Emily May, and Hollaback! site leaders from around the world! Grab your tickets now before it’s too late!
On Tuesday we released our second vlog as a part of our With Love and Revolution series titled “To Respond or Not to Respond?” Check it out to learn about how to respond to street harassment in a constructive and healthy way and to see the cool dance scene at 4:01. Or checkout this fun GIF that Rebecca from Hollaback! Halifax made for us!
Last but certainly not least, we’ve launched our new HeartMob Kickstarter Campaign! HeartMob will be an online platform that provides real-time support to individuals experiencing online harassment – and gives bystanders concrete actions they can take to step in and save the day! We think that too many people who have faced online harassment have been driven away from the internet, and we want to make online spaces safer so no one has to leave! For this project to happen, we need to raise $10,000, but even $1 will allow donors early access to the platform and helps a lot! Thanks to the John S. and James L. Knight Foundation, if we hit our $10,000 goal AND get 250 backers, we’ll get an extra $2,500, 500 backers gets us $5,000, and 1,000 backers (fingers crossed) will get us an extra $10,000! That’s amazing! Don’t forget to check out our new HeartMob Facebook and Twitter pages for updates on the campaign and developments in the anti-online harassment world. We’re so excited about this project and can’t wait to help make the internet safer!
Now let’s check out what some of our sites have been up to…
Hollaback! Atlanta closed out Anti-Street Harassment Week on Sunday with a march to end street harassment! Despite the rain, they still managed to chalk walk AND have volunteers carry their Creative Director Jessica Caldas’ sculptural piece Four Letter Word through the city! They even chalked up certain MARTA (Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority) stations based on their MARTA Street Harassment survey responses. That’s so cool!
Hollaback! Alberta was featured in Metro News speaking up about harassment on public transit on Tuesday, and on the front cover for their chalk walk on Friday! The actual chalk walk took place on Saturday, and was covered by CBC Télé Edmonton! Read more about it and take a peek at some awesome pics here!
Hollaback! Berlin’s Julia Brilling wrote this awesome piece for Freiwilligenmagazin about HB!’s mission to fight everyday sexism and street harassment, what HB! Berlin has done for the movement, and why it’s so important to Hollaback!. Way to be a Holla Hero, Julia! Also, while you’re here, look at some of these great pictures from Berlin’s participation in International Wheat-Pasting Night on Friday!
Keep up the great work and have an awesome weekend, Hollas!
-The Hollaback! Team
Printemps dernier. Je monte dans le bus bondé. Il pile, une main touche furtivement ma jupe au niveau de mon pubis. Je remarque que c’est celle d’un homme et place mon sac devant ma jupe, de sorte qu’il ne puisse pas réitérer -à cet instant je lui laisse encore le bénéfice du doute puisque je me dis c’est peut etre la secousse du bus qui l’a poussé contre moi. Sa main cherche mon entrejambe. Je le repousse, essaie de me dégager. Les larmes montent mais je reste muette. Il change de place.
Last spring. I get into the crowded bus. It stops suddenly, a hand touching my skirt at the level of my pubes. I notice that it is of a man and put my bag in front of my skirt, so it can not happen again -to this moment I let him have the benefit of the doubt because I think maybe the shaking bus drove him against me. His hand looking for my crotch. I push him, trying to free myself. Tears come but I remain silent. He changes position.
A series of ongoing incidents has left me feeling isolated and hesitant to socialise. I am often followed home by a person in a car who will use very degrading language (shouted out of the car window,or a series of hoots to alert my attention) it seems that they want me to know that they are following me as they are in cars and i am on foot (there is often more than one person or different cars),it is difficult to identify then. On a regular basis the car will hoot outside in a neighbouring street always within an hour of me getting home.
the same group have also been spreading rumours within my social circle referring to me with discriminatory references to people who are then discouraged from communicating or socialising with me to the degree that my entire social circle have become misinformed about me (with gossip and lies). For some time now i have been living an isolated existence which consists of receiving verbal abuse and being told i am unworthy of being helped . They often use ethnic and sexual references and paint a picture of ‘dirty’,’slut’ and many other references to make it unappealing to reach out. As i cant identify these people they just continue to getting kicks out of making my life like a prison.
After attending a house concert for a collective in my city aimed at improving representation of women and non-binary people in the local music scene, I was unlocking my bike from the tree it was chained to. Two men in a sedan drove by and yelled “Bend over, baby!” at me. I was shocked at their rudeness and cowardice and especially discouraged after being in such a positive environment. Oh, the irony.
We are launching a Kickstarter campaign for our brand new platform HeartMob! HeartMob is the first ever platform that seeks to combat online harassment. With your donations we can take HeartMob from a really great idea and turn it into a real live platform!
We want to reduce trauma for people who are harassed online. HeartMob provides real-time support to individuals experiencing online harassment – and gives volunteers concrete ways they can help. With HeartMob we can reimagine an internet where everyone has the right to be their badass selves.
Together we can save the internet, but we need your help! Check out our Kickstarter campaign today, and donate before May 15th. Every donation, no matter how big or small, can make a difference.
Thank you for your support, and get excited for a safer internet!
This happened on the street in NY, a fairly deserted street, walking home from the World Trade Center in the 1990’s. I was at the beginning of my 6 mile walk home, and a male followed me about a block and a half, and then started talking about “that ass. That’s a big ass you got there. Yeah, baby, that’s some ass, how’d you get that big ass.”
I believe I eventually told him to “leave me the fuck alone,”; in all likelihood, I told him I’d go to the police.
Such was the entitlement of all sorts of men back then!
My roommate and I were walking, when two (drunk?) men in their twenties (we’re both 19) were being rowdy around the intersection of Tremont and Boylston. My roommate and I ignored them–city life, right? Until they started running in our direction. We huddled a little closer under her umbrella, but the footsteps got closer and then began slowing down. She stood in front of me, since I’d had trouble with harassment in the past, and shot them a look.
“Hey,” the guys said. “So, what’s up?”
“Are you drunk?” she asked.
“We’re not weirdos,” they said, out of breath, looking us up and down.
“So,” one said. “What’re your names?”
“Nope!” my roommate said, grabbing my hand. We immediately ducked into Piano Row, since it’s an Emerson building and we’re both Emerson students. We were safe there, since the doors lock unless you have an Emerson pass key. We decided to stay there for a few minutes before continuing our journey home.
Two minutes later, the men were at the door, pressing their faces against it and looking at us. The security guard looked to us and asked if they were students.
“No,” I said. “They’re drunk, I think, and were harassing us on the street earlier.”
The security guard told them non-students weren’t allowed in the building, especially not at this hour (it was about 11, 12 at night). The men went away for awhile. My roommate and I had to get home to our room down the road, but were sure they were still outside.
A group of Emerson students, all female, approached the door, with the guys following them. The guys are telling them they are students and to let them in. My roommate yells to the girls, “Don’t let them in!” One girl actually has to push one back with her elbow to get him to back off. The guard calls for backup and two of them go out to really get rid of them. The group of upperclassmen girls walked us home.
The worst thing is that this happened on my campus. In my home. Where I live.
It is not an isolated incident.
Man walking by makes kissing sound I flipped him off.