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Less than 24 hours after his picture was shown in local media, MBTA cops arrested Jeffrey N. Berman, 60, of Newton yesterday after he called and admitted to police that he was the man caught on camera by a fed-up teen he allegedly groped more than once at a T stop near the girl’s school, police said.
Well this event occurred when I was going home at Brooklyn, on the F train. This was relatively early, around 8pm, from Queens to Manhattan. I stepped into a car where I didn’t notice any females on the train at all. Thinking nothing of it, I went and found a seat. Then I saw this man, and he said something to me. I didn’t know what he was talking about and I ignored him. But apparently he felt safe and justified about something.. for he then unzipped his pants to take out his private part to start masturbating and panting. It was pretty gross and somehow because of my past with men and perhaps cultural upbringing, I didn’t say anything… I became very still and mortified.
It was a long train ride.. and at the next stop, there were one or two females that got boarded the car, he stopped, but as the train moved again, he began again until I believe he actually ejaculated. I was wondering, why didn’t anyone say anything.. did they not see… ? I truly regretted not screaming or doing anything. When the train finally reached Manhattan, I quickly got off the train, but my throat felt so clogged up and I couldn’t say anything at all. However, I was pretty pissed off and scared that rest of the ride home. As a result up to now, I don’t get on the F train as readily as I did before. I truly wished I did something.. but I didn’t, so I am sorry to say I let this fucking pervert get away.
Sumbitted by Linda
Christmas Eve, not even on the Eve of our Lords Birth do sickos have any respect, as I walked my dog this morning at 6:30am in my Bronx neighborhood with a Christian church and mosque down the street I find my self in disgust to look over and find a man with his pants down to his ankles jerking off under a street lamp that lights up the whole street so it’s like daylight, what kind of person decides that 6:30 am in any neighborhood in from of dozens of homes is a good time to jerk off ONLY A SICK MAN, as I see him I yelled and said ..you have got to be kidding , I’m calling the cops just as fast he picked up his pants and said he was sorry he did not know I was standing there.. you idiot should it matter weather I’m standing there or not..my daughter walks out of our house at that time for school so now I have to worry that she will encounter this sick minded person . I grew up in the worst parts of the Bronx when I was a kid the bums of the neighborhood would walk me to school and back, those times were safe. I wish those times were still here.
Submitted by Annette
First time he got me was back in 9/05. Just another morning on the train or so I thought, but alas this was no ordinary train ride. Shortly after the train left the station I felt this little creepers hand on my crotch. It was still summer and I was wearing a skirt. It was a rather rude awakening to say the very least. I made a huge scene and proceeded to punch him in the head and he just ran out of the train at the 53rd St. and Lexington Ave. stop.
After that I would see him on the train from time to time or in my stop waiting for the train. Every time I’d see him I’d stare him down or sometimes I’d go so far as to antagonize him and tell him I was watching him. During these chance encounters I had the opportunity to observe his “perv-technique”. He turns his back on his victims, cups his hand, and reaches it out behind him. I have been coming into work a little later for the past couple of months so I had not seen in him in a while.
Last Thursday 12/13, I squeezed into a very crowded Manhattan bound E-train and the doors closed behind me. Soon after the train left the station I felt a rather strange sensation in my nether regions. Someone was grabbing a hold of my crotch and holding on for dear life. Now initially I thought to myself; “This is a very crowded train, maybe it’s an accident? Where in the world is this hand coming from”. There was a man with his back turned directly in front of me and a woman to his right facing me. I proceeded to move said hand away and the individual forcefully put it back on my crotch. This is when I brought my magazine up as a buffer between me and this perverts filthy paws and I tapped the man on the shoulder and said “what are you doing?” Man ignored and moved his hand and himself away from me and that’s when it hit me. I recognized that iron grip and I proceeded to make a huge scene and told the guy to stop touching me and told him I was going to report him to the police. I must’ve screamed at him for 3 stops. Eventually he got off the train.
As soon as I got off the train on West 4th I approached an officer and explained what had just transpired and he was just “like there’s nothing that can be done”. Later, when I got to work, my co-worker suggested I call 311 and they forwarded me to 911. Two police officers were dispatched to my office. When they arrived my boss escorted them to our conference room and said he would come and get me. The officer’s told my boss they “couldn’t wait”. When I came into the conference room I told the officers the story and showed them the picture I had snapped with my camera-phone. One of the officers asked me if I had a gun and when I said I didn’t, he suggested I “get one”. They offered some tips in case I encounter him again in the future. They didn’t take a statement and just told me to report it to the transit hub. I obtained the number for the transit hub and called and left a message and I still have not heard back from anyone.
No one on the train did anything to stop this guy. While I realize this man fondling me on the train is not the end of the world, I just feel like enough is enough. This is the second time this has happened in a 2 year span, and I am fairly certain I am not his only victim. At least, I can stand up for myself but I shudder to think what if I had been a young girl? I feel like the attitude I get from law enforcement, that are supposed to protect us is, to “just get over it.” I’ll get over it alright.. when I mace the shit out of him next time I see him. So ladies, if you see this man on the train watch your crotch!
Submitted by Verde
Once again, harassment through pornography on public transport (UK). I had the pleasure of sitting opposite this weirdo on the 17.45 from Manchester Piccadilly all the way to London Euston.
When he first got out his ‘men’s magazine’, the train was packed, but despite this he started ‘reading’ it completely shamelessly. Luckily I didn’t see much of what he was doing because I was coming back from a busy day of meetings and was working on my laptop, so the screen was covering my view of his magazine. I felt insulted and violated though that somehow it’s accepted for men to view ‘soft’ pornography in public, and I didn’t feel comfortable to say anything. So I got out my phone and took some pictures. It proved a bit tricky because unless he was staring at me (yes, he did that too) or drinking, he had his head buried in the magazine, but I still got a few good snaps. I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was taking pictures (holding the phone up, moving my laptop screen out of the way), so maybe I made him feel a little uncomfortable too! Towards the end of the journey (after 1 1/2 hours, having studied every single page) he had finished with the magazine and fell asleep… and started snoring! I couldn’t help thinking: What a great lover this guy must be!!
Submitted by Tanja
EW! I was on the F train sitting with my boyfriend and reading a book, and a guy in a cargo jacket was standing across from me with his arms crossed. When we arrived at our stop, I put my book away and saw the man holding a small camera aimed at me with his arms still crossed, and as I got closer to him to leave the train, I saw the lens retract into the body of the camera, and he tucked it away in one of his cargo pockets. I felt victimized, violated, and STUPID. But thankfully I was wearing a skort with tights. I wish I’d wrestled the camera out of his hand or said something to him but I felt so scared and didn’t want to make a scene. I should have taken a picture but I froze.
Submitted by Jessica
I’m only 14, and I get harassed every single day. I don’t dress a certain way at all, or anything, and I look my age, so why are older men so gross?
I was walking with one of my friends, when we pass this weird looking guy, who was handing out flyers. He had to be like, in his late 20′s. My friend and I are 14 and 16. We ignored him, and kept walking, since we didn’t want any stupid flyer, but he FOLLOWS us, and keeps poking me in the shoulder with the papers he’s handing out. Then he grabs my friend’s shoulder to try and stop her, and she quickly jerked away. I wasn’t really thinking, so I tried to take one of the flyers so he would go away, but when I grabbed the paper, he didn’t let go, instead he tried to grab my arm and pull me toward him. My friend didn’t know I was behind, so she kept walking. I was so terrified, frozen, and he wouldn’t let go of me! Finally I pulled away, and caught up with my friend, and I told her what happened, and she was shocked, and said she had no clue and that she thought I was behind her. She kept saying it was her fault because she kept walking, but I said, “No, it was that sick pervert’s fault.”
A few months before, I remember getting a phone call from my other friend, who is a bit younger than me. She was 13 at the time, and I had just turned 14. She called my house, crying, and I was scared. She told me she was at the bookstore, and some older man sat next to her, and tried to talk to her, and was hitting on her. She said he kept asking for her phone number, and he wouldn’t stop, so she gave it to him so he’d stop. She said that he was calling her house now. A week later, I went to the same books store, and sat down to read. A man came over to me and asked me if I knew the time. There were other people around me, so that’s all he said at first. I shook my head no, and he alked away, but kept walking back and forth in the area I was in until everyone around me left. Then he crouched down next to me, took a book from the shelf, and sat right next to me pretending to read it. This sick-o kept scooting closer and closer to me, and then started asking me personal questions like where I live. I tried to ignore him, but he kept asking me, so I gave him fake answers, and a fake name. He kept bothering me, and eventually I ran away because he didn’t leave. A few weeks later I came back and saw him bothering a girl who looked to be about 10.
Submitted by Ali
This is a bit of a public service announcement to any women who ride the train in New York:
This morning on my way to work on the C train a normal looking, unassuming guy took cell phone video footage up my skirt. I can only speculate about how much footage he got before two good Samaritans warned me. Needless to say the whole experience was completely unexpected, violating, victimizing, and sickening. Who knows what this sick pervert is going to do with the images? My friend said that this has been happening all around NYC – crowded trains, long lines in stores, even on the street. So if you’re wearing a skirt – no matter what length (mine was knee length) – be aware of your surroundings.
Submitted by K
I’m fourteen. On Halloween, I was walking across the street to my neighbor’s house in my mermaid coustume. It isn’t slutty at all. It’s got a long tail, and a blue stomach-coverup.
Anyway, a trucker runs by me and screams something like: ‘I’LL COME TO YOUR BED TONIGHT!’
I’m fucking creeped out now. No more Halloween parties for me.
Submitted by D
It was 915 AM on a Tuesday, and I was on my way to Williamsburg. I came down the stairs of the L train stop on 6th Ave, and a 25-ish, young, blond, shaggy, hipster was waiting on the platform. I walked to the middle of the cars, and he followed me. I didn’t think much of it until both trains pulled up, and he didn’t get on either one.
I sat down facing the platform, and he was staring at me with a disturbingly creepy look on his face. I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t getting on either train, until I noticed he had taken his penis out of pants, and was masturbating, while staring at me. No one saw what he was doing, and I was too shocked to do anything. I didn’t want to get off the train to report him, so when the doors closed, I gave him the finger….not very original, but I didn’t know what else to do.
Unfortunately, I got no picture, and I haven’t seen him since.
Submitted by Erica