Today I was walking home, and I was about three houses away from my own. I heard footsteps approaching behind me, so I turned to see a boy, probably around 17 years old, jogging up behind me. I thought it was odd, but assumed I was being paranoid, so I turned back around, as I swung my backpack in front of me to get my keys out. Then, I felt him grab my behind, very forcefully. I swung my backpack around to hit him as he jogged to the other side of the street and screamed at him as loud as I could to get away from me. I repeated this again. He said something to me in Spanish at that point, and proceeded to the other side of the road where I think he walked/jogged quickly around the upcoming corner. I just wanted to be inside, so I ran up to my front door and inside. I’m so angry that this happened just outside of my home. I feel totally violated, and unsafe.
We’ve had a jam packed week full of planning and strategizing for the future of Hollaback! and are ending it by celebrating Trans Day of Action today in Washington Square Park. Our Heartmob Program Coordinator Desiree along with interns Jean and Lily will be marching through and around the park, uniting together towards dismantling the transphobia, racism, classism, sexism, ageism, ableism, homophobia and xenophobia that permeate our society.
Meanwhile, at Hollaback! Around the world…
We’re so proud that Hollaback! sites everywhere are spreading the word and taking action to fight back against the violence and harassment many have to experience everyday. Keep fighting on!
That’s it for now!
Holla and out!
Walking alone on the phone at 8pm and a tall man quite young and I think with women walking in other direction. He looks at me. I look back and he walks past my left, close, making a ‘woof’ noise that shocked me, I shout ‘why would you do that?’ and he says it’s tourettes…so probably a sexist who wants to interrupt and make women jump for a laugh…doubt he’d do it to a man…except maybe a disabled man.
I have been harassed 4 times this week by some men on scaffolding. Something I have come to accept in daily life as the norm. My male friends seem not to know or understand this is happening and my female friends don’t talk about it. After having these men shout again today at me more sexual profanities I decided to call the police once I took the long way home avoiding these men.
Once I was though to the police ( a woman) I was really happy to be talking to a woman. But not for long. The police woman seemed to think I was blowing everything out of proportion and suggested I go up to these men in the street and tell them how it was making me feel and that they should stop. Any woman who knows what type of situation this is will know that this will not only fan the flames and encourage but will bring the spotlight on me more. This will cause a scene and they will most likely laugh and shout more. I wouldn’t want them to see my face more and give them any kind of satisfaction of communicating with them. Plus since they are only a few houses away, they will know where I live.
After I told the police woman this, she then stated against me. “What are you even expecting them to do” she said to me. I held on the phone in science and in my mind felt like shouting ” Rape me” “Follow me” “Harass me more” isn’t it bad enough that they are already verbally abusing me everyday? I said “Sorry I don’t understand, why are you not taking me seriously?” I think she then was worried as she said should be then look up the address and try and call residents and tell them the police have had a complaint.
Since I was around 11 I have noticed and experienced this sort of abuse from men. Since I have been brought up only by my mother I had grown to think men and woman are equal. After hearing a woman police officer sympathise with these men I even questioned it myself. Maybe I was being too much of a wimp or that I need to be stronger… but NO! its not right, and it never is. I say complain every time, tell people what happened, educate friends about what you have gone through and MAKE IT KNOWN.
I walk everywhere, shopping, for exercise, or just to enjoy nature. There is a building under construction in the lot across from my home, and the men working there catcall when I walk by everyday.
I’ve heard whistles, shouts, “Hey Baby”, and rude questions about if I’m cold in my shorts. I’m doing my best to ignore them, and I dress how I like, go out when I like, and I haven’t let them stop me. I probably wont be shopping in whatever kind of business it is when it finishes construction, however.
This week as we healed, reflected and cared for one another, we also took executive director Emily May’s lead and began to take the opportunity to turn our pain into power. We encouraged people worldwide to share their own experiences with hate, harassment, or violence towards the LGBTQ community with the hashtag #thehatewefaceiseveryday. We recognized that the culture we live in, where events like Orlando become inevitable, stem from the daily violence that LGBTQ people face just for being who they are. We not only will stand for those in Orlando, but those everywhere who fear for their safety each and everyday in the homophobic, racist, and transphobic culture that we live in.
This message was shared at Hollaback! around the world…
On Sunday June 12th, Hollaback! Peterborough attended a vigil at Confederation Park across from Peterborough’s City Hall to pay tribute to the 50 victims of the shooting and to pray for the 53 victims still in the hospital.
We stand in solidarity with Orlando. We stand in solidarity with those experiencing homophobia, islamophobia, transphobia. We stand for you.
With love and revolution,
My roommate and I have lived in Nashville for about a year now. It was 9 am and we were walking to get breakfast pastries at a place downtown that had been recommended to us. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt because it was already 80 degrees out (southern weather is no joke). We were almost to the door of the bakery when we passed two guys on the street. I didn’t look at them or interact with them in any way, but as we were passing them, one called out to me and said, “Damn, look at those legs. Your parents did something right.”
I’ve heard comments before, especially since I’ve lived in Chicago my whole life, so I didn’t think much of it. But when we got inside, my roommate and I talked about it and realized that it’s NOT okay to THINK it’s okay. Women shouldn’t have to be subjected to comments like these and think it’s a form of flattery. I hope more people read these stories and share them so that society will stop objectifying women and instead, learn how to respect us.
My fiance and I have been sitting in the emergency room for over an hour and these two assholes have been nonstop staring/scowling at us like we’re zoo animals. We live in Illinois, so it’s not exactly uncommon, but it’s still unsettling and uncomfortable. Can’t wait to move out of this place.
Dear Hollaback! Community,
I am reaching out today with the heaviest of hearts. The tragedy in Orlando was one of the deadliest mass shootings in the United States. It took place on Latinx night at the Pulse, and those we lost were mostly LGBTQ, mostly people of color.
We want to be clear: this was not just an act of terror, it was also a hate crime. It was, at its root, a product of homophobic, racist, and transphobic culture that we live in.
It’s a culture of hate that we perpetuate everyday when we support laws against gender-inclusive bathrooms, normalize street harassment, and allow gay teens to be bullied in plain sight. When we refuse to stand up against the daily violence that LGBTQ people face just for being who they are, we create a culture where events like Orlando become inevitable.
The horrific events in Orlando bring to the forefront our own experiences of harassment and violence as LGBTQ folks. It can feel like a scab ripping off; it is a wound that never really has a chance to heal.
This week, as we heal, reflect, and care for one another — let’s also take this opportunity to turn our pain into power. Join us in sharing your experiences with hate, harassment, or violence towards the LGBTQ community with the hashtag #thehatewefaceiseveryday.
Your story could be something that small — like a hateful joke, or a passing comment. Or it could be something much harder — like harassment, intimidation, stalking, or assault. Whatever it is, we’re listening. If you would prefer to be anonymous, you can share your story on our site, or through our free app.
As we process this tragedy, our pain runs deep. As we do the critical work of standing up against Islamophobia and fighting for better policies — we too need to do the work of caring for ourselves, and giving our pain space to breathe.
Sharing your story is an act of self-care, and in times like these, it is an act of survival. We need to show people what’s wrong so they can see what’s possible.
with love and warmth,
Co-Founder and Executive Director
This week our beloved program and administrative assistant CJ will be leaving! We will be holding back tears as they pack up their desk…but also excited for the things they will do! 🙂 / 🙁
Hollaback! Interns Jean and Lan attended the 7th Annual Father’s Day Pledge on Thursday June 9th which supports a nationwide pledge end violence in homes, schools, communities, and building healthy realtionships.
Meanwhile, at Hollaback! around the world…
HollaBack! Croatia will be attending Croatia’s annual pride festival at 3 pm this Saturday!
That’s it for now!
Holla and out!