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First, Amy Zimmer. Our crush on Metro writer Amy Zimmer has been going on for almost three years now, but today’s article left us swooning all over again.
Second and third: our sister agencies RightRides and Girls for Gender Equity. That’s why we’re joining with them and others to create the “Subway Safety Coalition.” We couldn’t be more excited about the recent subway ad, but quite frankly, it’s not enough. We need a hot line, police sensitivity training, and regular reports on the numbers of women who have to deal with jerk-offs in the subway.
Fourth: You. We created the platform, but without your pictures and stories none of this would be possible. It’s sappy, I know, but it couldn’t be more true.
Finally, Hollaback’s long term dream of getting anti-harassment ads in the subway has come true. We want to thank Councilmember Vallone, Manhattan Borough President Scott Stringer, City Council Candidate Yetta Kurland, RightRides, and Girls for Gender Equity for showing tremendous leadership on this.
And to the MTA: the women of NYC thank you.
I was groped at around 2:30pm today on 8th St and Broadway near NYU. I was coming out of the subway when this man was walking towards me on Broadway. As I move to walk around him he grabbed my ass. I screamed and grabbed my phone to take a pic and he says: “I’m glad you got a pic of me but you bumped into me 1st”…. wtf? So that’s his skewed justification? Watch out for this man!
Submitted by Jess
“This guy def started massaging himself, actively and openly. Up and down, in and out, you could see a forest of pubes with each movement of his hands taking his pants lower and lower. Cursing myself for not having a camera with me, the camera phone would have to do, and snapped the photo above. The Wacko Wacker had his face covered the whole time, maybe having done this before, rightly assuming people might take a photo. Passengers on the train were looking at each other aghast. Two women got up and moved to another car. At this time, he had now whipped the whole thing out, and was rubbing himself wildly. The little Asian woman sitting on my side looked at me, fear or utter bafflement frozen in her face, looking at me as if to say she had no idea what to do, and wanted me to do something about what was happening.”
For the full story, go to NYC the Blog.
Like half of the US population, my friends and I went to see Batman its opening day. The theater was crammed with people, almost every seat filled, so I didn’t mind that much when someone I didn’t know sat down next to me.
When the movie was over and the credits started rolling I stood up, when I felt something brush against my ass. I shrugged it off as an accident, but then it happened again, but with some actual grabbing action. I spun around to look at the guy, but he had already begun to walk down the aisle. My guy friends (all six of them) didn’t notice.
After the movie, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was the same guy I had suspected– and now know– touched my ass earlier. He was in his early thirties, bald, and very, very repulsive. Then he actually grabbed my hand, pushed something into it, winked, and ran off into the crowd. I was so shocked that this perv had the nerve to touch me, I froze. Scrawled on this piece of popcorn bag were the words, “You’ve got a tight ass. Let’s fuck.” Complete with phone number.
Did I mention I’m only 17 years old?
When I finally got a hold of myself, I told my friends, who promptly started looking for this asshole, but the security guard said it was probably a fake number. We dropped it after that, but I was so angry and violated I did something: I enrolled myself in self defense classes.
Next time an asshole decides to grab my ass, he’ll be dealing with a broken nose and burst ear drums.
Submitted by Tori
Submitted by Emma
I was walking home at 12:30 at night on the corner of 23rd St and 30th Ave in Astoria, a man was standing on the corner. He said, “Hey baby, what’s your name” and he kept darting in front of me and wouldn’t let me walk past him and was trying to lunge at me and corner me into the fence. I started yelling for him to back off and get away from me and a car pulled up and that stopped him for a few seconds. I walked around him and started walking home and he was following me so I crossed the street and started walking in the middle of the road. He started running towards me so I ran out of his way and screamed “Get away from me!” over and over and he ran in front of me and crouched down and hid in between parked cars so that if I walked forward he could grab me. I ran the other way towards the hospital and called 911 while I was running. I could not file a police report because thankfully he didn’t touch me and he didn’t steal anything, but everyone in Astoria needs to watch out for perverts and predators like this creep.
Submitted by Sarah
According to Douglas Sussman, Director of Community Affairs, “the MTA is reconsidering the posting of these ads and we should have some announcement on this matter very soon. If I can be of assistance on any other matter, I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.”
A nice little email to Doug remind him of your most recent subway horror story will help get these ads up and running.
Yesterday morning, as I was on my way to Brooklyn, I encountered a disgusting man with smirk in the Bowery Street J-M-Z train station. On the outside, he appeared as a normal middle age man. He was half bald with glasses and an ipod. When I first saw him, I thought his smirk was suspicious and thus ignored him by plugging in my own mp3 player. Before I knew it however, this man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me in perfect English, “Hi, are you going home? Are you Chinese?” I half- answered him, “uh..yea..no..” and he questioned again but this time in Chinese, “Do you go to school?” I ignored him, and as I was about to walk away, he placed his thumb on my left cheek and rubbed it saying “You have some dirt on your face.” Of course, not liking that he’s a complete stranger to me (and the fact that I don’t have dirt on my face) I quickly knocked his hand out of my way, but before I knew it, he placed his hand on my left breast!! I was so disgusted by his behavior, I quickly shoved his hand away from me and told him in the bravest tone I can conjure, “DON’T TOUCH ME! F%@K OFF!” Unfortunately, because there was only one other guy around, who had his ipod on and was reading, this disgusting old man had the nerve to smile back at me!
I was so appalled and disgusted by this man, I didn’t even think about getting his picture, all I wanted to do was to get away from this pedophile. However, if I am to ever spot him again, I’ll surely take his picture, and let the MTA booth guy know that there are sexual predators lurking in his very own station!
Submitted by Hui
I was at beach over the weekend and realized I was once again the object of desire for some old man, probably someone’s grandfather. This goes on quite often, especially during early hours at the beach. A lot of women do not notice that it’s even going on. The pervs strategically place themselves a good distance away from others before going at it. Sometimes they pretend to be reading newspaper and put their hand underneath the paper. This guy was rubbing himself and when I looked at him he would stop moving. He actually thought I did not know what was going on. When you are closing your eyes to lay out and finally thinking that you can relax, take look around you. Chances are you probably have one of these pervs nearby. They also lay down on blankets and lay on their hand. I usually stand up, say something nasty, and take an obvious picture. They leave after that. Some look around as if they don’t know who you are speaking to. I’ve made a sport of this and it makes the time pass rather quickly.
Submitted by Kismet