At Hollaback! HQ this week we started the last phases of our End of the Year campaign and got ready for the upcoming holidays–this will be our last WIOS until the new year! Metro interviewed Debjani about the increase of sex crimes on the NYC subways, and Fast Company featured Emily in a new piece.
And at Hollaback! around the world:
Hollaback! Croatia hosted a party for their Lesbian of the Year award, honoring those who contributed to the visibility of lesbians, bisexual, and trans women in the field of sports, culture, activism and generally improve the quality of life for LGBT minorities.
Hollaback Ottawa attended an International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers rally!
Hollaback Katmandu attended a ‘Feminist Film Screening’ hosted by Voices of Women Media at Women LEAD. The event showcased two short documentaries about child marriage and the lack of access to public toilets for young women. The screening was followed by a question and answer session with the director, where our LEADers discussed issues like gender discrimination and gender roles, and the impact it has on the lives of young women.
Hollaback Belfast joined the South Belfast Lantern Parade to light up South Belfast this Sunday, which will help fundraise for community events – including Reclaim the Night 2016!
My first groping. I don’t remember where I was, it was 11 years ago, but the rest is clear. I was 6 years old, walking with my mom and I fell behind as I often did. It was very crowded and people were everywhere. One man walked by me with the creepiest smile on his face. “Hey, baby girl, nice ass” He said, then groped my butt very harshly and laughed. I was shocked and froze for a moment before turning around to see him disappear into the crowd. I ran ahead to catch up with my mom and didn’t fall behind for the rest of the day, but I never said anything.
I’m a teenager from a smaller town. There’s not much to do except walk to the local park or elementary school playground. That day all I wanted was to listen to music on the swings, but there were some young teens that weren’t ok with that. A group of 5 boys not maybe more than a couple of years older than myself started shouting and hooting lewd remarks. As I sat down on the swing 3 of them started walking over to me. One grabbed the swing while the other two stood in front of it. Their friends were gesturing provocatively and one even said he had something more fun I could sit on. I turned on my music to try to ignore them, but not a minute later was I pushed out of the swing and pulled to my feet. I didn’t wait for them to do anything else. I got up kicked the first one I saw in the shin and ran to a friends house to stay for a while. I’m still scared to go back alone.
Iba camino a Madrid y antes de llegar a la estación de Vicalvaro, en él cercanías, un señor cambió de asiento y se sentó delante de mí. Al poco rato se abrió la bragueta y mirándome fijamente comenzó a masturbarse. Cuando me di cuenta de que, efectivamente era eso lo que estaba haciendo y no imaginaciones mías (porque no quería mirarle fijamente, me intimidaba) me levanté para cambiarme de sitio y de vagón. Me miró ofendido y enfadado cuando lo hice. Tuve que bajarme del tren porque sufrí un episodio de ansiedad.
We had a quiet week at Hollaback! HQ with a smaller office, but team members Desiree, CJ, and Jae kept things up and running! Desiree attended Change Making in the Digital Age which was made possible by one of our awesome funders, Ashoka and CJ volunteered at the Sylvia Rivera Law Project’s Attorneys and Advocates Awards.
At Hollaback! around the world,
Hollaback! Baltimore hosted a talk, The Intersections of Gender and Police Harassment, and a Coffee Chat. Go Baltimore!
Holla and out!
I was waiting at a crosswalk while on my bike. A male biker at the same time started asking me personal questions. Where did I live; where was I going; what was I doing tonight? I ignored him. He became angry. He yelled at me that I was a fucking bitch. I responded, tired and calmly, that I was not a bitch, but instead was tired and just wanted to go home in peace. He repeated that I was a bitch and he’d never want to fuck me anyway.
I lived in Brookings at the time. My boyfriend worked the night shift at Walmart. He called me telling me that he forgot his lunch. We only had one car (that was with him) so I had to walk to bring it to him. We lived above a bar and just as I was leaving the apartment two men and a girl left the bar. The men began catcalling me. It started with asking me how I was doing, but quickly escalated to calling out that I should go home with them, and such things. I was 3 1/2 months pregnant and I was terrified for both myself and my baby. They followed me for half a mile before turning back around to go wherever they were going. The worst part, for me, was that there was a girl with them. Not only didn’t she stop them but she giggled the whole time like my discomfort and fear was hilarious.
At about midnight a guy followed me downstairs in the train station and asked why I was walking alone. Although I did’t answer or answered pretty pissed he didn’t leave my side until I told him that I have a boyfriend.
I was waiting at the crosswalk to cross the street. Three men walked by. One yelled, “Damn, Ling Ling! You’ve got an ASS!”
It’s a tradition that me and my mother, as creative writers, go to Barnes & Noble every Sunday. Once we arrived at the rather busy place, we found our seats, settled down, and my mom went to get in line to order some food. I had started typing on my laptop when a very suspicious elderly man (60-70’s of age) was awkwardly walking past me. I was wearing an appropriate kind of tank top with a plaid shirt and leggings. I am always vigilant of strangers and I do have trust issues. The elderly man whispered, only loud enough for me to hear, “Nice tits.” All the heat literally drained from my body. This guy had his wife with him for Christ’s sake! This was my first experience of harassment, and my first instinct was to see that he was alone and straight up kick his ass. I wanted to leave. I lost my appetite. I lost my will to enjoy my time. I lost my creativity. I’ve never felt so vulnerable or scared. I’ve developed a form of insomnia, even knowing that I will not see him again, but also knowing that this is only the first round of harassment. And I’m only sixteen.