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Anonymous’s Story: Stop yelling things at me

One day while walking through the downtown area of my town, a car with two men was driving alongside me.  The men started yelling things like, “Hey baby,” “Look here” and “I’d like to get with you” out the window at me.  I quickened my pace to move away from them.

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Anonymous’s Story: Your son was a witness to your harassment

I was wearing a tank top on a sweltering summer afternoon in Virginia to walk my dog after a long shift and a summer of no A/C.  I walked along the boulevard and feel a number of eyes on me.  One person aggressively called out, “Hey baby” repeatedly.  My shoulders bowed in–his voice raised, his calls grew more lewd.  I yelled, “f**k you, sexist” back.  He followed me for two blocks, yelling and calling me a bitch.  The saddest part is that he left his young son in his car to witness this.

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Brittany’s Story: Are you a dog?

I get barked at.  A lot.

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Norma’s Story: Didn’t stop

This jerk stood outside his car and said, “Damn.”  Grabbing his chin, he stared and proceeded to whistle at me and my sister as we walked into a store…the whole walk seemed to take forever.  Gave him the finger and kept walking, but that didn’t stop him.

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Virginia’s Story: “You’re cute!”

Girl rode by while I was walking in the dark and hollered, “You’re cute!”

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Denise’s Story: “A serious international problem”

I was on a regional train, going towards Reggio Calabria, South of Italy. At the train stop “Villa”, many people got off the train. A guy was sitting in front of me. We were almost alone, there was only a man on the backside but he was far. The guy sitting in front of me began masturbating. I realised that later, as I wasn’t watching him for a long time. So I got up and shouted, then I escaped. Because of the rush, I moved towards the empty part of the train: absolutely no one was there. So I decided to go back (I had no choice really) and then it happened the thing that I feared the most: I met that guy; as I feared, he was coming towards me. I blew him with the elbow and ran to the ticket collector and told him what happened. Terrible.
I was really terrified when I saw the guy following me, realising that no one could help me. Now I’m quite shocked. I don’t know I didn’t call the police: I just wanted to go home. But now I regret not having done it.

I shared this even if I’m far from NY, because I think street harassment is a SERIOUS international problem.

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Anonymous’s Story: “Car full of men”

Car full of men yelled, “Hey baby” and “sexy” at me on a dark street.

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Anonymous’s Story: Things harassers say

1) You dropped your smile in the puddle back there.

2) You’re looking fine as ever (whispered into my ear).

3) A man asked me what time it was, I told him, he walked away.  But then when I was bending over putting something in my trunk, he had come back to grab my ass.  (I did call the cops).

4) Him: “Come home with me.”

Me: “F**k off”

Him: “You f**king c**t”

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Abby’s Story: Forced to move

My friend and I were going out downtown.  While trying to park our car at a garage, two men pulled up next to us and were making obscene sexual gestures toward us.  They pulled into the garage behind us so we decided to go to another garage.

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Anonymous’s Story: “Thankfully they didn’t pursue.”

Followed by three young men on a dark street in Chicago, they taunted me: “Hey, stop.  Don’t you have anything for us?”  They snickered and I picked up the pace and they yelled catcalls, but thankfully didn’t pursue.

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