Verbal

81st and Broadway: Harassment Strikes on the Upper West Side

He still couldn’t take his eyes of a woman’s rear even as my phone was in his face. He and his friend eyed her and he said, “Have a nice day, gorgeous.” But in the way that makes you feel anything but nice.

Submitted by Susan

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Arrest and/or conviction, Verbal

hollaSUMMONS

I scored a HollaBack victory last night. I was almost home and walking down Roosevelt Ave. in Jackson Heights when I heard a guy behind me saying things that sounded like catcalls. I listened to the words and it went something like this: “Yes, your body, I can be inside your body.”

I turned around and asked him, “You talking to me?”

“Oh yes, yes.”

“Well, you better shut the fuck up, buddy, or I’ll have you arrested,” I said. I did not know how I was going to have him arrested, but that’s beside the point. “You better stop talking to me like that.”

Of course, he did not stop. Despair set in. Then, miracle of miracles! I saw a cop crossing the street. I flagged her down and told her about the harrasser. He was trying to hide behind the telephone booth but we found him. She started scolding him. I started scolding him, too — “you don’t talk to women like that.” He played dumb and denied everything, but the officer wasn’t having any of it. To add insult to his injury, every time I tried to talk to the officer the harrasser interrupted me. Which caused the officer to yell “shut up” at him over and over. It was quite fun to watch the officer put him in his place.

“See, you obviously don’t respect women because you won’t even let them talk to each other,” I said.

The officer told me she would give the guy a summons. I left them on the corner and went about my merry way.

Submitted by Lauri

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Nonverbal Harassment

Stick to Reading on the Toilet Please, Gentlemen


I was on the 18.48 train from London Paddington to Reading on Saturday 23 September 2006. The train was full, and there was a guy sitting across from me “reading” a ‘lads mag’. No, he wasn’t sitting by the window and doing this discreetly, the creep had an aisle seat and was holding the magazine for the whole carriage to see! Can you believe it, most of the people sitting close to him were women, and kids could easily have walked past. At first I tried to ignore him, but as he was going through the magazine studying every single page carefully, he sometimes held it up close to his face. When he got to the the centrefold, he turned the magazine around and held it up again. What a sad, immature, sick weirdo. I don’t know if he was actually enjoying offending all the women around him, or if he was so deranged to think that what he was doing was normal and acceptable.

As I was getting more and more pissed off and thinking about what I could do, just before my stop I remembered that I had my digital camera with me, so I took two pictures of him. The first without flash so that he wouldn’t notice. But I needn’t have worried, because when I took the second one with flash he didn’t even look up from the magazine, he was so glued to it.

Submitted by Tanja

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Assault, Verbal

Smile, You’re on HOLLABACK!


After meeting with a co-founder of HollaBack I was walking home and ecstatically explaining to a friend on my cell phone how well my interview went and how excited I was to get involved in the group. While deeply engaged in this phone conversation, this guy finds it appropriate to ask, or tell me “Hey baby, come hang out with us”, ignoring the fact that I look 14 and he looks 70. While I’ve heard much more disturbing comments and usually blow this nonsense off, this guys body language was enough on its own as he tried stopping me in my tracks, literally. Quickly I said to my friend I’ll call you back, knowing that I needed to get this pigs picture. Getting my camera ready, I turned back towards this guy and his friend and politely said “Just let me take your picture” to which he happily responded with this pose. “Thanks”, I said, “HollaBack, H-o-l-l-a BACK. Check out your face on the website!” To this he sarcastically responded “Well come back so I can give you a better picture”. I kept walking and with a smile and confidence this time for I knew he was confused and nervous, most likely wondering where his face was being posted and who would see it. Living in New York for more than five years and experiencing the most disturbing acts of harassment, I always walked away pissed off with the feeling of being violated and helpless or tried blowing it off while thinking to myself, ‘don’t let this guy get to you’. Now I don’t have to! Now I can HOLLA BACK! and rightly so.

Submitted by Lisa (our newest member!)

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flashing, Nonverbal Harassment, public masturbation

Penis Spotting: October 11th on the R train

I was sitting on the R train on the two-seater where you can see directly outside of the window onto the platforms. At about 1:30pm, the train pulled into 34th street stop going downtown and I noticed a man directly outside of my window who kept looking inside of the train. He looked lost! So, I just kept on glancing around and minding my business…then I felt as though he was trying to get my attention; you can feel when someone is staring hard at you. So, I glance his way, and happen to notice something peculiar…well, his penis was zipped right out his pants and he started swinging it back and fourth with his jacket pockets. I froze! I didn’t know what to do, and it didn’t occur to me to take his photograph with my cell phone until the train started moving…and it was too late. I hope someone catches this pervert because it was a traumatizing experience!

Submitted by Jenni

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Assault, demonstration, public masturbation

Jerked Off On… Blaargh!

This was almost two years ago, because I was almost 3 months pregnant with my son. I was riding the 1 uptown at about 2pm the car was, as expected at that time, almost empty. I was having a really good day up until this car ride. Anyways, I dozed off between stops, and all of a sudden I wake up because I felt someone over me. I look up, see this guy, and thought he was going to rob me. Instead, he turns back towards me and his dick was totally out of his pants and he was laughing at me and jerking off. I screamed, “WTF is wrong with you!?” He had me sort of blocked into the corner of the car so I had to duck under his arm to get aways from him, getting really close to him in the process. I run to the other side of the car, screamed at him, started calling the cops, while screaming- and I realized… he is totally getting off on this right now. I sat down next to the only other girl on the train (who hadn’t seen anything on the other end) and was still yelling about that guy. I saw her move away from me and reach into her purse and saw her pull a tissue out of her purse and she says, “I’m sorry.” I looked down at my jeans and started crying hysterically. The guy had jizzed on my knee. This guy was young, not bad looking, wearing a nice leather jacket and pressed jeans with a clean haircut. The cops told me that these pervs come in all shapes, ages, sizes, incomes, and colors- people you’d never expect. 

An added note: this is the 2nd of my 3 disgusting public masturbation stories. The first was on a greyhound bus, when I told off another passenger for harassing me he proceeded to jerk off under his shirt. And the third, an older man backed his car next to mine (so the drivers windows faced eachother) extremely close in an empty parking lot. This forced me to struggle between the two cars, which meant that there was no way I wouldn’t notice him jerking off in the front seat of his car. 

Yeah, I wish I had pictures from all of these events, but even more, I wish I had pepper spray. 

Submitted by Nica

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Verbal

When a Classy Restaurant doesn’t Yield Classy Patrons

This guy’s real classy… he followed me and my friends into a nice restaurant on my friend’s birthday. He was completely wasted and starts screaming “HEY. YA. HEY YOU. THOSE ARE SOME BEAUTIFUL TITS. I MEAN, REALLY BEAUTIFUL. Don’t be offended, I just love your fucking tits.” The entire restaurant stopped eating. I thought my response was okay, considering I didn’t blow up too much. I gave him a steely smile and said, “That’s polite. Does that mean you want to pay for my meal, jackass?” He kept trying to talk to us for the rest of the night! This guy disgusts me, but I almost feel like putting his picture on the internet isn’t even half as embarrassing as what he did to himself, acting like that big of an asshole in a public place. Saaaaay cheese!

Submitted by Emily

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groping

Subway Groper on the 6 Train

I was running late to work and jumped onto a 6 train at 86th street just before the doors were closing. A tall guy jumps in right behind me. The car was extremely crowded, almost no room to move whatsoever, but I was able to move a little further in to give the guy behind me some room. So we’re riding and I feel something graze my butt, but as quickly as it happened it went away. I’m thinking to myself, that better not be his hand and I try and look down and see some form of a briefcase in his hand. The subway lurches and I feel something on my butt again, and this time it lasts a little longer so I move forward as much as I can, but there is a girl in front of me, a girl to the left of me, and a pole to the right of me, so there’s really nowhere to go. The guy lets go but then puts his hand back on me (at this point I’ve figured out that it’s not his briefcase, he is grabbing my butt instead of grabbing the pole right next to him). He mutters to me “excuse me” and takes his hand off. I am thinking to myself: Can this really be happening to me right now? What do I do? Do I scream at him? Do I wait it out? Do I shove him off of me?” We kept going like that until 51st street where I got off, thoroughly disgusted, him grabbing me and saying excuse me and me trying to pretend I wasn’t in my body. I wish so much that I had said something to him or done something to end it, but I was paralyzed with fear. I know it sounds kind of stupid to just stand there and let it happen, but I was so scared of what he might do to me if I embarassed him or said something. Since that happened, I’ve told myself I will never let myself be a victim of Subway Groping again. I only wish I had known to take a picture of him! Fucking creep.
Submitted by Molly

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Nonverbal Harassment, Stalking

Ringing in the New Year with Exhibit A: Creepy and Pathetic

I took a photo of these perves at New Years Eve in Sydney last year. We were helping a tourist from Argentina get to her New Years party and these perves were taking her photo on their camera phones. Then when she got off the train they went up to their mates on the upper level of the train and oggled her some more creepily on their phones. If you look carefully you can see us in the reflection of the window laughing at their pathetic ness and looking forward to putting them on the internet and telling everyone about how creepy and pathetic they are. Now that can happen! Yay!
Submitted by Shara

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Assault, demonstration, Verbal

Karma: Street harassment has a new best friend

I live in the mountains in Southern California. There are a few hillbillies up here and some of these men are downright stupid. I was driving on a main road town. The speed limit is 35 MPH. I was trying to find a street on the left and slowed down to see the street sign. Nope that wasn’t it, so I went on to the next street. By this time I had a good ol’ boy on my tail. I could hear him yelling “move it ya fuckin cunt” and I hurriedly turned left onto my street, to get the hell out of his way.
As he drove on I turned my head to see him shaking his fist at me, yelling “I should fuckin kill you bitch” and as he was looking at me he rounded the blind curve.
Next thing I hear is a big crash. No brakes no nothing.
I didn’t dare go to investigate, I was afraid that this guy might have a gun or just come over and beat me up. I checked the local alerts and it said “traffic collision, man in green truck bleeding”.
He got what he deserved, I just hope no one else was hurt as well. Road rage at its finest.

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