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Today, at about 9 AM, I was coming out of the subway: the 6 train headed downtown, coming up the stairs out of the City Hall/BK Bridge stop.
Going up the stairs, pervert was filming up my skirt. I wouldn’t have noticed had he not reached up for a tug at my panties.
He was wearing typical business attire (so he blends right in with the suits around her in the financial district.) He had two white ear pieces, a black cloth material briefcase hanging off his left shoulder, and a camera (tiny and professional looking) in his left hand.
Once I realized what was going on, he slipped around me and tried to get away. I gave chase. I followed this man for BLOCKS. Around corners, inbetween cars, through traffic. I was trying to get a pic, but we were moving so fast, it was no use. MY FEET ARE BLOODY from the chase. I was determined not to let him get away.
I call 911 and tell them what cross street I’m at, tell the operator what happened, could she send help. She informs me that unless I stop and give her a specific street address, she cannot send me any help. ARE YOU SERIOUS???? I tell her if I do that, he will get away. She says, “That’s up to you” with a tone indicating that she really couldn’t care any less about my emergency.
After another 3 blocks, I see a police car. I flag them down, tell them quickly what happened, by this time I’m very upset and agitated. They pull over, SLOWLY get out of the car. I point out the gentleman. The male cop sees him and STROLLS DOWN THE BLOCK TOWARDS HIM, meanwhile, the perv is high tailing it around the block. The cops says to me, “Oh, is that him turning the corner there? Hmm.” And THEY DO NOTHING!! THEY MAKE NO ATTEMPT TO APPREHEND HIM. They stroll to the corner, look around, look at each other and say, “Yeah, he probably ran into a building. But you’re ok, right? We have a description. We will circulate it.” We walk past another cop who asks what happens. The cops I’m with tell him. He stares at me, mouth agap, and says, “Are you serious? Aw, well, don’t let it ruin your day.” And smiles at me. He smiled at me.
That’s pretty much when I lost it. My face crumpled right there and I couldn’t help but cry. I walked back to my office in tears. Being attacked, violated, and then being dismissed by the police was too much. I’m furious.
I’m surprised at just how offended and violated I feel. I have no idea how long he was taping me for, if has film of my face, I don’t know what’s going to happen to that film. And I can’t believe the police watched him walk away. I would just like my story to get out, so others can know what women go through when they do go through the trouble of reporting these attacks. Maybe something will be done so the next time a woman runs through the streets, crying, and pleading for help, the police will actually help.
Submitted by Anonymous
Vanessa Valenti from Feministing.com and her Friday Feminist Fuck YEAH!
To see the full post, click here.
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.