I was food shopping with my little brother in my hometown back in France and we were waiting for the cashier to finish adding up all the articles of the previous client. While we were waiting, two men (who technically were old enough to be my father at least) wearing a building construction outfit lined up behind us, and started making comments in Spanish. My knowledge of this language being relatively limited, I could only understand that they were talking about me. I heard the words “bitch” and “slut” and other obscene words, followed by equally obscene gestures, as they mimicked anal sex and spanking. My brother did not notice anything, and although I really wanted to confront these two specimen I did not want to get my brother to see all this, and maybe put him in an uncomfortable or dangerous situation if they became violent. They ended up following us, still catcalling me in Spanish. They work in the construction field right next to my house, and now I am scared to go out without being accompanied. I should have said something once and for all.
I was walking home with my 2 friends one day, and we all had chocolate apples. The oldest of us was 15, me and my other friend were 13. An old man, who must have been about 50, leaned out of a pub doorway as we passed and shouted over at us “Give us a lick, love, and I don’t mean the apple!”
I (rather unwillingly) went to a club recently, to humour a friend that doesn’t go out much. We were four girls, just dancing by ourselves in a little square, clearly not looking for anyone to join us. The male hand as they’re ‘passing by’ on the back/bum is (all too) typical in clubs, but my ass got full-on felt up for probably four or five seconds before I realised what was happening. As a reflex, I turned around and slapped the guy in the face. It wasn’t hard enough that it would sting or anything, but he definitely knew I was serious. I can’t remember exactly what I said because I was so fumingly angry, but it was a lot of stuff along the lines of ‘you don’t fucking do that, that’s not okay never pull that shit again’ until my friends realised there was something serious going on and pulled me away. I was almost shaking for a while until I calmed down. I’m in my early twenties, and I have been harassed both on the street and off since I was probably 14– I have literally no tolerance for it anymore.
Also, later in the night one of my friends that I was with got groped as well, but someone reached from behind her, like how you would wipe a baby’s bum, but from front to back. She had never had anything like that intense happen to her and was in shock at first, and was angry later. Pretty awful experience for the both of us.
Ocurre todos los dias al caminar en direccion al trabajo y de regreso a casa. El caminar sola por la calle al parecer les da automáticamente el derecho a acosar verbalmente. Los insultos o comentarios son de toda clase y generan además de asco una profunda indignacion y sentido de abandono. Si bien en chile estas conductas se pueden denunciar, las repercusiones para el agresor son nulas.Finalmente para no irse con el malestar ni la rabia viva he optado por insultarlos, pero eso no es suficiente
It happens every day to walk towards work and back home. Walking alone in the street apparently automatically gives them the right to harass me verbally. Insults or comments are all disgusting and also generate a deep indignation and sense of abandonment. While in Chile these behaviors can be reported, the implications for the aggressor are void. Finally not wanting to leave with the discomfort or anger I chose to insult them, but that is not enough
I was on the 590 bus to work and a guy made space for me to sit on a packed bus. He then proceeded to talk to me sexually, touch my hair and fall asleep on my shoulder repeatedly.
Congratulations to Hollaback! New Orleans! The team plans to create a public art installation and digital media exhibit for individuals to share their stories through audio or video recording. They write, “the public art installation is discovered, stumbled upon, and perhaps even surprising.” Their aim is to engage a larger audience on the issues women, people identifying as women, and members of the LGBTQ community face daily and promote bystander intervention. We are so excited!
Here’s how they won: In December, with generous support from Voqal, Hollaback! embarked on the second round of the Hollaback! Innovation Challenge: a campaign-based challenge for Hollaback! site leaders around the world. To apply, site leaders proposed and outlined future innovative projects in their communities. The winning site was awarded $1000 (US) to implement and document their project over the next few months, along with tickets to present at this year’s HOLLA::Revolution in London on June 23rd.
We received some amazing projects this round, including community-based safety audits, clicker-based art projects, HOLLA-hero illustration projects, and more. A select group of Hollaback! board members evaluated the proposals and chose the winning team.
Want to learn more? Check out the team’s updates in our weekly Week In Our Shoes postings, go to Hollaback! New Orleans’ site, or head on down to this year’sHOLLA::Revolution in London, UK to watch them present on their final project.
Even though it’s still rather chilly, things around headquarters sure are heating up in preparation for our Annual Anti-Street Harassment Rally in NYC on April 11th! We’re kicking off International Anti-Street Harassment Week with activism, speakers, performers, and workshops! If that isn’t intense enough for you, you’ll at least need to come to see our GIANT INFLATABLE CAT (#catsagainstcatcalling)! You definitely don’t want to miss this!
The Holla Staff spent so much time traveling this week! Our ED Emily May was in the Midwest on Tuesday where she spoke at Indiana State University! Our Deputy Director Debjani Roy also went to The Urban Assembly Institute of Math & Science for Young Women on Thursday to do a training as part of our pilot program in NYC public schools.
HQ’s Program Associate Jae Cameron shared this incredible story about intervening on the subway. If you haven’t already, go ahead and check out our resources on bystander intervention so you can be just as cool as her!
Speaking of bystander intervention, we’re super impressed with Ontario’s new bystander intervention PSA that puts you in the perspective of someone witnessing assault or harassment and asks the question #WhoWillYouHelp?
Now let’s see what our sites have been up to…
Hollaback! Berlin had their very first (offline) meeting! They invited people to come share their stories of everyday sexism, street harassment, and help them plan the Holla Revolution! On International Women’s Day, site leader Julia did a radio special on feminism and intersectionality (go Julia!) which you can listen to here.
Hollaback! Baltimore REPRESENTED at Johns Hopkins University on Wednesday for a Women’s History Month workshop on street harassment sponsored by LGBTQ Life at JHU. Check out their Twitter to see their live tweeting about the event! They’ve also partnered with Leaders of a Beautiful Struggle to host “Malcolm X Talks: Feminism and Intersectionality in the 21st Century” on March 30th! RSVP here!
Hollaback! Duke University launched their blog! They already partnered with Duke Splash to teach fifteen middle and high school girls about the importance of bystander intervention and standing up to street harassment. Check out Social Media Chair Katie Becker’s article she wrote for the Duke Chronicle and follow their Facebook and Twitter to learn more about all the great stuff they’re doing!
Hollaback! Italy gave a workshop on #StreetHarassment on Saturday! The workshop was hosted by the Palazzo Ducale in Genova and co-sponsored by the Association of LGBT Approdo Ostilia Mulas, a territorial committee of Arcigay Genova. Way to educate!
Hollaback! Nottingham earned big bucks for their campaign at their FEMSTIVAL event last Saturday! This event was hosted by The Chameleon Arts Cafe in Nottingham and presented by UoN Feminists, High Society, Punksoc, & Art Soc from Nottingham University. The all-day event featured feminist punk and indie bands, crafts, zines, cakes, and a whole lotta feminist fun! Then, on Tuesday they attended Nottingham Citizens’ pre-election event in order to demand that the Nottingham Council recognize street harassment as a gender-based hate crime.
Washington DC, Shaw, Florida Ave NW. We passed each other in the crosswalk and he reached out and stroked my arm. I swerved out of the way and stared at him in shock. He looked back at me like “yeah, I did that, what are you gonna do about it?”
I dance in a Showdance group that has performances in Cologne’s Carnival-season frequently.
We’re about 14 girls of different ages from 16-30.
This year we were at an event where we would be on stage for several hours, being the background dancers for some of the bands. While we were dancing in the back, some guys showed up on one side of the stage, but because there’s always about 6 bands,we all thought they were technicians. At some point they came on stage and joined us in ‘Schunkel’n. Nothing wrong with that,if not one of the guys had put his hand on the butt of one of our youngest team members and after she told him to stop groped another time. If we all had known this was going on, we would have kicked the guy off the stage. But she later said, that she didn’t know what to do,because of all the audience (we told her: BECAUSE of the audience she should have said something) First of all: We told her, that just because she dances, doesn’t mean she’s fair game.
We tried to search the guy, but he got away to fast. Unfortunately for him: Our teammember had showed him to us from far while he was leaving PLUS the guy was stupid enough to later on post onto the facebook-page of this event (“Who were the dancers with blabla…?”)
Fun fact: One of our girls is also a police officer. She had the girl confirm that that was the guy who had groped her and she pressed charges against him.
I wonder what his facial expression must’ve looked like when he got that letter…
Paseando en el casco antiguo de Lugo, un señor de unos sesenta y pico años, fumando un puro, vino hacia mí de frente y me empujó y apretó entre su cuerpo y la pared diciendo “guapa quieres ser mi amiga?” Me libré de él, pero media hora después me piyó mirando un escaparate y volvió a empotrarme contra la pared. No pasó de ahí, no me sujetó al intentar marchar. Pero era pleno día y la calle estaba llena. Nadie dijo ni hizo nada ante esa situación …
Walking in the old town of Lugo, a man of about sixty-odd years, smoking a cigar, came straight towards me and pushed me and squeezed between his body and the wall saying “beautiful wanna be my friend?” I got rid of him, but half an hour later I was looking at a showcase and he trapped me back against the wall. It didn’t happen there, I was grabbed when trying to leave. But it was broad daylight and the street was full. Nobody said or did anything to this situation …