Up the River Endeavors! Last week I went to Martha’s Vineyard for a retreat with our incredible funder — Up the River Endeavors. The head of the foundation, Mal Jones (pictured left) is a feminist social entrepreneur who is interested in women internationally working collectively to impact the root causes of the major social problems facing us today.
One-on-one calls with new site leaders! This week we spoke with our Class 6 site leaders and strategized with them on how to make their Hollaback sites a success. The sites are scheduled to launch in September.
Partnerships galore. This week we spoke with Wagner College and Sisters on the Runway, an organization that has raised over $50,000 toward ending domestic violence. We also got a shout-out from our partners at SPARK, check it out.
“I have been groped a few times on the streets of Chennai. What troubles me is that these incidents are not taken seriously. It takes someone to die (Sarika from the famous 1998 “eve teasing” case) or for something to involve a mob and a video camera for the nation to be outraged about these things.
“Truth is, it happens to thousands of women everyday. What I would like to see is sustained conversation on this issue beyond the general short-livedness of public memory, and for street harassment to be treated like the crime it is by the police, in everyday situations, beyond asking us to ‘be careful’.”
History has always been made by badasses, and our site leaders are no exception. Need more proof? Check out Hollaback Boston’s recent workshop.
HOLLA and out —
While I was riding my bike from the Louisenring onto the Kurpfalz-Bridge in Mannheim there was a car with three of four youngster in it passing me by. On the right side of the car the passenger, who wore a polo shirt and had black-ish hair all spiked up, had the car window pulled down and while I drove by he was sticking out his tongue and did a movement of licking, as if he wanted to “lick me”…
I was speechless for second and simply showed him my middle finger.
They drove off laughing hysterically.
Cross Posted from Hollaback! Baltimore
The latest mental disorder SHF (or Street Harasser Frustration) has few remedies. The cure is less street harassment in the world. Until scientists come up with the eradication cure, women, girls, and lgbtq folks are forced to administer their own treatments. Here is one such treatment, courtesy of the girls from St. Francis Community Center:
This man watched me on the D train from Herald Square to Grand Street. Then going over the bridge I noticed him, one eye closed, one looking at me, rubbing himself. I looked down and noticed his penis sticking our of his shorts. I shouted NO, then he readjusted and played asleep until I got off at my stop. I thought about telling him he was gross, rude, inappropriate, wrong, tell the train what he did-but after he’d so quickly readjusted himself I worried that no one would recognize what happened/validate me.
I am 38 and just realized I have experienced over two decades of street harassment.
Cross Posted from Hollaback! Boston
This past Thursday, July 12th, I had the privilege of leading a workshop on Hollaback! Boston at theComputer Clubhouse 2012 Teen Summit at Northeastern University. The Teen Summit is:
a biennial event that includes opportunities for Clubhouse youth to express their ideas with high-end technologies, such as graphic design, video animation, digital art, music, radio and documentary film-making, and 3-D modeling.
Teaching a group of engaged, tech-savvy teens about the Hollaback! movement (our aptly titled workshop: “Holla WHAT? Hollaback!”) was truly rewarding experience. I got to teach the teens about the pervasive nature of street harassment, why it is an international problem, and ways to take action through holla’ing back or being a bystander. I shared videos on how the Hollaback! movement got started, how pervasive street harassment is for women and LGBTQI-individuals, and how men can be effective bystanders. I shared some of our favorite comics which inspired some of the participants to make comics of their own!
My favorite part of the workshop was the last hour, where the teens had the option to create comics, poems, haikus, or skits to respond to street harassment. Seeing the teens from all around the world (seriously, we had participants from Palestine, New Zealand, Australia, and California!) collaborate on projects to end street harassment was a powerful moment. I was able to see how engaged our generation is and how passionate individuals can get when given the tools to talk back to unacceptable, dangerous behavior in our culture, such as street harassment.
A group of teens working together on a Hollaback! campaign.
Coming up with street harassment comics
I was so impressed with the group by the end of the workshop! It was amazing for me to see teens from all around the world grasp on to the Hollaback! movement. Here are some of their final products:
Imani uses the whiteboard for a cartoon: “Hi chick!” “I’m no chick, I’m human!”
Using poetry to respond to street harassment.
Nick and Nick Jr.’s comic: “Hey, wassup baby girl?” “I have a name you know.”
Bystander awesomeness! “Hey man, what’s wrong with (you) man?! Cut it out!”
Each piece of work showed a different approach to understanding street harassment and getting involved in Hollaback’s work to end it, whether by being a badass bystander (I love that cartoon) or coming up with snappy remarks to unwelcome comments. There were a few more written pieces that I plan on sharing in a separate post, soon!
What do you think of these teens’ work? What are other ways you get teens involved with social justice? Leave your thoughts and comments below!
I was at the Hoyt-Schermerhorn train stop waiting for the G to arrive, when one guy in front of me started staring fixedly at me and wouldn’t look away. I got angry and asked him, “Can I help you?” I refused to be intimidated by looking away. He kept staring at me and laughing with his friend.
I was walking into a pub with two old women stood outside it. Both of them thought it was acceptable to hit my bum with the toy wands they were holding (was some sort of fancy dress thing).
Another time, in Manchester, I was stood talking to someone when a girl groped me from behind. I told her to stop but she carried on. Nobody said anything.
One blistering-hot day when i was 9, i was sitting on a city bus at the bus line’s terminal, where the driver got a 15-minute break. A woman came up to the stop just as he was getting off, and he wouldn’t take an extra 10 seconds to let her onto the air-conditioned bus. The door operated with a handle on a lever, so while he was in the cafe i opened the door so the passenger could go ahead and sit in the air conditioning. When he came back, he saw her on the bus and laced into me about how i could have accidentally released the brake (possibly trying for Most Laughable Lie of the Year) and killed someone, etc., etc. I simply fixed my precocious-nine-year-old gaze on him until he ran down, gave up and went to his seat. Then i winked at the other passenger. She smiled shyly, and we went to our respective homes; her stop was before mine, so he didn’t give her any bs.
There is a man in downtown silver spring in a wheelchair harrasing women. Not just women, but only plus sized women. He talks about how he would love to give them a baby. And he goes on about what an amazing lover he is. He rides in an automatic wheelchair, and usually has on a suit.