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This man comes into the store where I work for guitar lessons every Tuesday. He waits until I’m alone to come and ask if I’ve been ‘behaving myself.’ Stay away!
Sunday night I was riding the train home at the front of a nearly empty car. This guy was walking towards me, so I started turning around. As I was turning, I felt and saw him grope my bottom. I was able to react quickly enough to kick him in the ass so hard he yelped. He tried to escape to the next car, but I followed him with my phone and snapped this photo. The station agent was surprisingly helpful and I filed a police report on spot. The police tell me a very similar incident had occurred earlier to another woman by a man meeting my description. The police are looking for this guy, so if anyone sees him TELL AN AGENT OR THE CONDUCTOR, as he is wanted by the cops. He tends to frequent the ACE.
I read hollaback NYC on occasion, and the blog is what gave me the foresight to snap the photo.
Submitted by Deborah
As you may already know, Hollaback is a co-founder of New Yorkers for Safe Transit. In collaboration, we were able to get the MTA to post all the anti-harassment ads and announcements you see and hear everyday. We are building a movement, and we need some qualified staff to support us! For more information on the position, click here.
Was lucky enough to encounter this character on 16th between 5th and 6th who so kindly inquired about how I was doing.
Submitted by V.
Be one of the first to hollaback using our new Iphone app! With the push of a button, you can hollaback at your street harassers and Hollaback! will map it using your phone’s GPS. An automatic email will be sent to your account so you can tell us your story when you are safely back in the comfort of your home.
We are currently in the process of beta testing this new technology and we need your help! To be part of the testing, go to the Iphone store and purchase “UDID” (it’s free). Then use the app to email your UDID number to email@example.com. (Rumor has it you can also get the UDID off of iTunes). We’ll make sure you get the new app as soon as our developers complete it.
Your feedback can pave the way for the newest revolution against street harassment. Hollaback!
Last June I was accepted into Progressive Women’s Voices (PWV), a media training by the Women’s Media Center. It was one of the most transformative experiences of my life. Too often, it’s easy as women and activists to sit in the backseat, running the day to day operations but not leading the way. The issues that face this world are grave, and women are still underrepresented in the media, politics, and businesses. As much as PWV taught me about media, it taught me about how to stand up and speak out. With their help and support, I stopped thinking of pursuing media as an “ego exercise” and started thinking of it as what it truly is – the most important social change tool that we have.
Street harassment is poised to be the most important women’s issue in this decade. Each photo and story you submit establishes your leadership in this movement. I’d like to challenge you all to push your leadership to the next level and apply to PWV.
Queering Sexual Violence seeks 20- 25 LGBTQ writers who are interested in submitting pieces that confront the current state of our anti- sexual violence climate. Part memoir/ part criticism/ part call to action, this anthology seeks to address the limitations of a society that is not only unequipped to deal with rape culture but also unable to look at it without the lens of heterosexual privilege and through the interests of a gender binary system. The anthology seeks to destroy the image of the “perfect survivor” and motivate the anti-sexual violence community to embrace a more radical perspective in order to foster sustainable change.
For more information or to submit, click here.
Here is an older man at the public library in Grand Island, Nebraska. He kept staring at me despite the fact that I repeatedly tried to stare at him back to show him that I could tell he was gawking at me. I was trying to do work for a class I was taking, but it’s a little distracting when you have someone ogling you the whole time! I wanted so badly to give him the finger.
Submitted by Nicole
NOTE: Thanks to everyone’s support, we have enough volunteers. Thank you so much for your support!
Hollaback is shooting its first-ever PSA on Sunday, March 7th. The ad will feature 12 women, telling different parts of their street harassment story, in a 90 second ad that will help educate the public about our newest project, Hollaback!. It will be shot by the uber-talented Nari Kye of NyamNyamTV.com fame. We are seeking 10 women of diverse ages and ethnicities to star in the PSA. The shoot will take place in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Participants should plan to wear expressive clothing that you have been harassed in: anything from pajamas to sequins to everyday wear. You will be shot from the waist up. While we have you there, you will also be invited to be photographed “Holla’ing back” for our new banner and to answer the question on camera “Why Hollaback?” for our new Why Hollaback? series.
Help us end street harassment, one hollaback at a time! Interested hollabackers should email firstname.lastname@example.org with a short description of themselves.
There is something that I never reported which happened to me in New York back in 2006. I live in California now and, despite some of the things that happened to me, things are generally good and no one for the most part bothers me as evidenced by guys apologizing for making crude passes when I flip them off or tell them off crudely. However, you guys in NY have one helluva up hill battle to climb when it comes to street harassment and the general overall abuse and misogyny towards women that seems to prevail in that climate and this story shows why.
Back in the Summer (June or July?) of 2006, I was the victim of rape. I don’t want to say for sure my status since I never got or heard the results from the rape kit, but the bruises on my face along with the black outs I suffered and the constant yelpings from the perpetrator asking me to, “Just have sex with him,” tells me that something took place. As a backdrop, I lived in Queens at the time. I was coming from a bar in Manhattan alone (I’m a loner and have done this many times.) I was drunk AND tired and fell asleep until I ended up in the Bronx (not sure where.) I spoke to a man who offered to show me the right way home. We left the subway and he went to buy us some food which he gave me a sandwich. He gave me his number and I took it since, in my inebriated state, I didn’t want to seem rude.
I recall he went into an alley. I followed. When he went in, I recall him saying, very specifically, “That he sells drugs.” That is when I was out of there. All of a sudden, I felt an arm choke my neck. That is when I experienced my first black out and kept going in and out of consciousness until dawn. A couple founded me with the man asking, “What was I doing out there?” They called the cops on my behalf.
I recall how insensitive the cops were towards me. One cop said about me to the other cops, “That’s probably a girl on the stroll.” As I was placed in the ambulance, an ambulance driver said to me, “That necklace got you in trouble,’ referring to the pentagram I wore around my neck! I underwent the rape analysis, was given a morning after pill (thank goodness for that), and was told to come back for a prescription for AIDS preventative medicine.
As a fighter who fought to come into this world and fought a hole in my heart as a newborn infant, I fought against this time despite what had been through so that I could look forward to commencing my new job at JP Morgan Chase as a personal banker at the time. Despite the severity of what had happened to me, I had to fight to get a detective in the special victims unit in the Bronx assigned to my case. When I went in there, they made a mockery of the victims whom they worked with as displayed by a picture on the wall of a picnic with the words: “Special Victjms Only” or something to that effect. I spoke to the detective, a woman, by the name of Mary McClennon, about had happened. I even offered her the perp’s phone number. At my insistence, she put me in contact with an ADA.
The ADA started accusing me of being at fault. She asked, “Why was I out at night?” “Why was I dressed the way I was,” and the whole 9 yards…And yes, it was a woman! Even more bizarrely, this woman, this ADA, whose tone was getting more belligerent by the minute, asked me what was my dad’s name, my mother’s name, my elementary school’s name (seriously), the principal there and my high school, where was I working, where was my dad working, etc. I asked her what do these things have to do with my case and I even went as far to remind her of the illegality of what she was asking due to rape shield laws. She asked for my employer’s phone number, his/ her contact info, address, etc none of which had ANYTHING, absolutely NOTHING to do with my rape. My bosses at JP Morgan Chase didn’t rape me, my dad and mom in Louisiana sure as hell didn’t rape me, so how that information was pertinent was beyond me. Even more sadly, when I walked out and talked to a robbery suspect, when I told him the BATTERY of questions I was asked, he said he was never asked those things.
That day, I got on the train and I couldn’t help but break from my hard and bust out crying. I knew what had happened. The detective deliberately set me up to go to an ADA who would effectively keep my case from going to trial, despite bruising, despite evidence, despite having the man’s number. What happened to me at the hands of the SVU of the Bronx along with the assistant district attorney was a real crime and a miscarriage of justice.
Fast forward later, today as a matter of fact, I tried to get the case info (since it was so long ago) to file a report with the Attorney General’s Office. Again, I nearly cried at, not only the way, I was being treated, but how potential other victims will be treated too. Again, I was met with a barrage of hangups, rude people yelling at me and overall refusing to cooperate. This is how the SVU which deals with women, child victims and the most vulnerable members of our society treats them. For them there is no serve and protect but to conceal and deny. If you love NY, please don’t take offence to what I am about to say, but it is not a woman friendly place. Incidents like this seem to be more common along with the severe street harassment which I experienced which borderlines on rape. Any woman who lives up there to me is a brave soul since I couldn’t do it at all and I could barely get past the 2 1/2 years of my living up there. What you are doing is a great thing by awakening people’s eyes to the things which offsets horrible things.
Submitted by Raven