This happened on the street in NY, a fairly deserted street, walking home from the World Trade Center in the 1990’s. I was at the beginning of my 6 mile walk home, and a male followed me about a block and a half, and then started talking about “that ass. That’s a big ass you got there. Yeah, baby, that’s some ass, how’d you get that big ass.”
I believe I eventually told him to “leave me the fuck alone,”; in all likelihood, I told him I’d go to the police.
Such was the entitlement of all sorts of men back then!
My roommate and I were walking, when two (drunk?) men in their twenties (we’re both 19) were being rowdy around the intersection of Tremont and Boylston. My roommate and I ignored them–city life, right? Until they started running in our direction. We huddled a little closer under her umbrella, but the footsteps got closer and then began slowing down. She stood in front of me, since I’d had trouble with harassment in the past, and shot them a look.
“Hey,” the guys said. “So, what’s up?”
“Are you drunk?” she asked.
“We’re not weirdos,” they said, out of breath, looking us up and down.
“So,” one said. “What’re your names?”
“Nope!” my roommate said, grabbing my hand. We immediately ducked into Piano Row, since it’s an Emerson building and we’re both Emerson students. We were safe there, since the doors lock unless you have an Emerson pass key. We decided to stay there for a few minutes before continuing our journey home.
Two minutes later, the men were at the door, pressing their faces against it and looking at us. The security guard looked to us and asked if they were students.
“No,” I said. “They’re drunk, I think, and were harassing us on the street earlier.”
The security guard told them non-students weren’t allowed in the building, especially not at this hour (it was about 11, 12 at night). The men went away for awhile. My roommate and I had to get home to our room down the road, but were sure they were still outside.
A group of Emerson students, all female, approached the door, with the guys following them. The guys are telling them they are students and to let them in. My roommate yells to the girls, “Don’t let them in!” One girl actually has to push one back with her elbow to get him to back off. The guard calls for backup and two of them go out to really get rid of them. The group of upperclassmen girls walked us home.
The worst thing is that this happened on my campus. In my home. Where I live.
It is not an isolated incident.
Man walking by makes kissing sound I flipped him off.
Hope you’ve all had a great Anti-Street Harassment Week full of fun and badass HOLLA-ing back!
At the Headquarters, we celebrated Anti-Street Harassment Week by rallying last Saturday in Washington Square Park. Check out this storify and this Washington Square News piece for coverage of the event – we had great weather, an amazing turnout, an inspiring lineup of speakers, performers, workshops, and more! Check out photos of the incredible Sydnie L. Mosely Dances hyping up the crowd and of our much-anticipated Cat Against Catcalling with Jerin from the National Organization for Women‘s Online Chapter.
We launched our vlog series – With Love and Revolution! Check our first video in which ED Emily and DD Debjani explain what street harassment is!
We released national data on street harassment in the US! Thanks to input from your sites, our research partnership with Cornell University has produced some impactful and important data. Glamour magazine covered some of our results in their May 2015 edition!
Last but not least, ED Emily delivered the HOLLA! message at LaGuardia Community College this week!
Don’t forget: HOLLA:Rev London is fast approaching!! Be sure to RSVP if you want to attend on June 23rd!
Check out what our amazing sites have been up to:
Hollaback! Bahamas offered a free relaxation and stress management session through the Peace Revolution last Saturday! They also presented at Bahamas Sexual Health & Rights Association’s tea party, partnered with the PRO Society at College of the Bahamas to do an on-campus chalk event, and offered a free self-defense session! Just when we thought they couldn’t be any more awesome -they are also hoping to launch their safe space initiative this week!
Hollaback! Baltimore hosted visits to a self-defense workshop and to FORCE‘s Monument Quilt at Towson University, organized a chalk walk, and ran a table at UMBC’s Take Back the Night! Solid Anti-Street Harassment Week HOLLA-ing back, Baltimore.
Wow. Huge week, Hollas. Huge.
Until next week – HOLLA and out!
Hollaback! and Cornell University began a large-scale research survey on street harassment in 2014. The research will be released in two parts: Part I reviews data from the United States and Part II of the survey, a cross-cultural analysis of street harassment from 42 cities around the globe, will release in May. Part I, US-Specific Data, had 4,872 respondents.
The data shows that 85% of US women surveyed report experiencing street harassment before the age of 17, and 67% of women report experiencing it before age 14.
Data was collected and analyzed by Dr. Beth Livingston, Cornell University ILR School and graduate assistants Maria Grillo and Rebecca Paluch, Cornell University ILR School in partnership with Hollaback!
Full results will be available in May 2015 throughout the Hollaback! network. US general results can be viewed above.
For more research on street harassment, see Hollaback!’s Research page.
I was on the PATH train home during my daily commute from work in NYC to NJ. The train lurched quite a bit and people were jostling. At first, I did not think the man meant to be so close to me or that he meant to touch my butt. I inched closer to the bar I was holding away from him.
A couple of stops later, the ride was smoother, and the touch was unmistakably real. I turned around to see a man twice my size. I frowned and move even closer to the bar. I only had one more stop before I could get off the train. He did not stop getting closer to me. Then, another man said, “How about you stand over here? I notice it too.” This man helped me move away from him in the crowded train, and I knew I was not imagining it.
I took a photo of him from behind and tried to catch a photo of him as I got off the train. He got off too. He lives in my city. I took another photo of him from behind with a PATH camera that would have captured his face. I tried to find a police officer on my way out of the station and could not find one.
I was angry and worried that he might mistreat another woman. I was not sure of what to do, but I knew I needed to let someone know. I searched the PATH website to find an email address to send the photos. Unable to find the address, I decided to call the PATH police department. The officer who answered asked me why I waited two hours to call about the incident (I was still shaken and could not find the information easily). I was told I could go down to the station to file a report. I get the feeling I am not going to be taken seriously.
My girlfriend receive lewd remarks directed at her by a man in a business suit. When she confronted the fellow he claimed she shouldn’t be wearing the shirt she chose to wear .
A middle aged man saying ‘I like you like that’ referring to my low cut top up in my face as I was walking through the centre of town at 11pm.
I was accosted by a man on my walk to the market. He complimented my winter coat then proceeded to ask creepily if I really needed to wear so many layers. He then followed me down the street lecturing me that women use sex to control men and that women have abortions because we are no better than murderers. I lost it. I began screaming until cars in the street stopped and the harasser ran away.
I was 22 and walking through the Sydney CBD at night looking for a taxi to get home. It was very late (around 3am) but I was sticking to well lit, busy streets where police are normally present. As I turned a corner to walk down one of the city’s busiest streets there was a large group of about 10 men aged between 18-24 walking towards me and taking up the entire footpath. I kept my head down and veered to the very edge of the path to get around. Just as I was about to pass, one of the men raised his arm straight above his head and a moment later swung it down with full force on my bum. The force of his hand jolted me forward and hurt. The group of men laughed and continued to walk past me. I felt scared and incredibly angry that I had been intimidated and physically harmed – but because the perpetrator had struck my ass it was supposed to be a compliment?