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I am a 17 year old female, and every day twice a day I am verbally harassed on my way to and from school. Every day i numb myself to this abuse because I have to. But today, at around 3:30 pm, I was walking down East Houston Street around Avenue D on my way to the subway. As I walked I got the usual stares from men who were checking out my body, but as I kept walking I could sense someone was following me. On instinct i grabbed my bag closer to me thinking he’d rip it off me. Instead he came up behind me, slapped his hand to my ass, squeezed and grabbed it as hard as he could, and then sped off running. No one saw. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t say anything. In a split second I was violated and left there feeling disgusted with myself, crying by myself on the street. i dont deserve this treatment, WE dont deserve this!!!!
Submitted by Alissa
This PERV was on a Brooklyn Bound D Train in NYC On January 10th 2008.
He would tap girls on their “ass” to inform them of the seat next to him, and kept hitting some girl in the leg with his cane and winking at her. He was also drinking beer, where were was the NYPD? Once again nowhere in site……
Submitted by Rock
i feel like an ASS! On a crowded N train during rush hour you don’t think much of people brushing against you, pushing against you. Clearly I should of paid more attention to the guy behind me. He made me uncomfortable, I thought that he was just touching my back, I moved as much as I could (you know in the crammed car) thinking well I am wearing a coat and it is his hand, maybe it is his bag grazing against me? By the stain on the back of my coat I was clearly wrong. If I was smart I would of turned around. I was amazed that nobody noticed! My friend was standing on the other side of him and saw nothing! I won’t be taking an express standing room only train to work anymore.
I have been masturbated at on the A and F trains and once on the Q, a man sat next to me, actually grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection. On all three of the occasions, I got up and started cursing, but NO ONE HELPED ME – people looked away or pretended not to hear me. Not even the subway conductors – one of them had the nerve to tell me that it wasn’t his job to help me! I made three police reports but nothing ever happened. HollabackNYC, keep spreading the word and encouraging people to speak up. I am committed to raising my voice!
Submitted by Christine
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.
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
I was on my way home on a very crowded #4 train. As the train pulls into the
86th train station, the man behind me creepily inches his way over to me.
Seconds later I feel something hard nudging me. I quickly whip around as the
train doors open and see him dashing out of the train car. The jerk’s face
was blocked by other people on the platform but he could not easily hide the
bulge popping out from his sweatpants. This was sadly the SECOND time a
creep on the train had done this to me and yet strangely enough, I STILL
want his crotch to shrivel up and fall off. This is just not something you
get used to. So, to all the creeps out there, BE WARNED: the next time you
pull this shit, I will chase you down the platform and you will REGRET the
day you decided not to KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!
Submitted by Cathy D.
I took the subway back and forth to high school for all four years. The ride each way was a little over an hour. I always found comfort in the anonymity of the subway and slept all the time during the ride. On the F train back home one day, I was holding on the to one of the poles above. It was extremely crowded and I could feel someone touch my butt. I saw his reflection on the window, against the black of the walls as the subway flew through the dark tunnels. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I always thought that I would turn around the yell at the pervert if I ever found myself in that situation. I imagined myself slapping him in the face or kicking him in the balls. But what I ended up doing was feel extremely embarrassed. Questioning whether this was actually happening. What if this was a mistake? I would be so embarrassed if I called him out when he didn’t do anything. I was so shocked. I just wanted to get to my stop and leave. I felt so dirty on the inside and out.
After it happened, it was hard at first to grasp the reality of it. I always kick myself for not standing up for myself. I regret it even more when I heard the same thing happen to my younger sister when she started going to the same high school.
My advice to all of you? Talk it out if it ever happened to you. If you do find yourself in that situation, remember that everyone is on your side. There is no doubt that what he is doing is unlawful. Kick him in the balls and let everyone know in the car who the pervert is so this won’t happen to someone else you care about.
Submitted by Diana
When I was sixteen, I was extremely shy and definitely not nearly as loud as I should’ve been when needed be. After a day of Chinatowning, my friend Vanessa and I were heading home on the subway. She walked ahead of me further down the stairs and I took my sweet time. I remember because I was wearing boots and couldn’t jog down as fast as her. I looked up and I saw this guy smiling at me. I didn’t think anything of it so I smiled back and looked away, because the more he smiled the more it creeped me out. He stopped walking and I went past him, thinking absolutely nothing of it because for the most part he seemed like just a plain ol’ friendly guy. I also had very little self esteem at the time and it hadn’t even crossed my mind for a second that this guy could be “checking me out”.
Well anyway, we made it inside the subway car and I sat down next to her. A moment later, that same guy sat down on the seats next to me. They were facing toward my seat, as my own were against the car wall, facing the opposite side. He said “hi”, and I didn’t answer because I was a little too freaked out that he still had that same smile. Then he edged slightly away from his seat and started to rub my leg. Vanessa didn’t see it, and I didn’t know what to do at all. I just stared at his hand, dumbfounded, wide eyes, scared as hell. Then he started rubbing his knee up and down my leg. I was wearing a skirt, a long black one, and he made it ride up to my knee. As soon as we reached our stop Vanessa and I got up and I bolted for the door. I turned around and he was following us, so I grabbed her hand and made a dash for it. She ran with me without asking questions thinking I was joking around, and we ran up the stairs until we made it back out onto the street and I couldn’t see him anymore.
Thinking about this now, I wish I could just go back there and scream “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? GET THE FUCK OFF HER, SHE DOESN’T WANT YOU TOUCHING HER YOU SICK, SICK FUCK!”. Sometimes when I’m walking in the subway, I wish I could see that guy (this was only two years ago) and just punch him in the face. I hate him so much.
Submitted by Kitty