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I was coming home from college, late at night. In the subway, I felt the look of a man who was standing next to me. I choose not to care. Then, he followed me out of my usual station. I was scared so I walk faster and faster. He started screaming “are you afraid bitch ? Why are you afraid” and laughing. I keep walking without answering. Then, I enter a bar so he stopped following me. I was sweating and shaking but no one noticed.
When I was eight my mother and I were walking home at night through an alley when a guy hanging around nearby started following us. He didn’t say anything, he just kept a few paces behind us (like we didn’t notice or something). My mom kept swerving around corners trying to lose him, but she couldn’t and finally he got so close that my mom bent down and pretended to tie her shoe. He stopped and stood there. “Oh you go ahead,” she said. He said ok and kept walking. He was circling back around the block though. My mom just told me to run. We dived behind a dumpster and hid ourselves just as he came back around the corner. My mom called a friend who was nearby and he came and talked the guy into going away.
On a regular basis i have felt a sense of someone watching me in my bedroom . The person always leaves some sort of signal such as a flashing light switching on and of everytime i enter the room. I have tried to ignore it but this along with the occasional artefact left outside of my house is becoming increasingly creepy .
I was walking by myself in a wooded/residential area and noticed a sketchy looking guy with a bike at the end of a street. I turned around to walk back the way I came and he got on his bike and slowly passed me, saying “hey how you doing.” I ignored him and he got into a car, and then several guys started calling out, laughing, saying “damn shorty what you doing.” They drove off and deliberately veered the car close to me. I was scared to respond because I was alone.
This morning I was harassed and followed for three blocks by a man on my way to the office from the Farragut West metro. This man walked closely next to and behind me, making lewd remarks about the way I looked, how I walked and about being Asian. He was loud, sometimes shouted, and on the sidewalk and at street corners other commuters stared and didn’t say a word. I lost him when I ducked into a cafe to make sure he didn’t follow me into my office building. I’ve been shaking and upset all day.
I believe it was my senior year of high school. I had dressed up nicely that day, wearing a dress – heels and all – to promote a dance concert that was the following evening. During one of my classes I left, most likely to use the restroom, and on my way back to the classroom I was approached by a male student in the hallway. I had never met him before, he was probably in a different grade, so I continued walking past him. He started trying to get my attention by calling me “shawty”. He began following me down the hallway yelling things at me. “Damn girl, why you all dressed up?” “You look real good today.” “Why don’t you turn around so I can get a good look at ya?” I did what most women do and ignored him. He then became angry. I could hear is pace slow behind me until he stopped and shouted, “Fine. Rude bitch.”
I never said anything to this boy or school authorities (which I now realize I should have at least brought it to their attention) but it does worry me that even though his volume was so loud, in an empty hallway, with classes going on, that none of the teachers or students thought it necessary to stop harassment on school grounds. That was not the only time I was the victim of cat-calling on campus during school hours. It never even mattered what I was wearing or if I was alone or if the harasser was alone.
Street harassment shouldn’t happen anywhere, let alone the halls of a school. I would urge Eaglecrest High School to pay more attention to the way their students treat their classmates. I can assure them I was not breaking the dress code that day or any day, but it never stopped me from being the target of someone’s harassment.
I randomly decided to go for a morning jog before going to work. I passed by a house and noticed a car I had never seen at this property (mind you, I’ve ran in this neighborhood a zillion times). The car was on and there was a guy inside. I keep jogging, to eventually turn around and jog back to my apartment. A couple of minutes after I see the same exact car parked on the side of the pavement, a little ahead of me, in front of a different house. I pass him, and take a better look at the subject. I keep running and noticed the car passed me again and parked ahead of me on the side of the pavement, AGAIN. I started freaking out but keep running towards my apartment complex. He drives past me once more and wait for me in a turn, waits for me to pass him and does the same for about three times. I was frightened and decided not run home but instead I keep running towards my Alma Matter (which is a couple of blocks away). I crossed the avenue on a red light to avoid him to catch up with my pace. I want to get inside a building but for that I need to cross a parking lot. I start running but using the cards as shields. I turn around and see that the harasser had gotten into the parking lot but was on the opposite side. I pray that he does not see me while I keep hiding among the cars. I try to get into a building but the entrances were blocked because a construction was there. I keep calling for help but no one is picking up their phones. I managed to get into a building through a back door and then I called my school’s on campus police, who gave me a ride home.
Those were the worst 20 minutes. Being followed by a guy I have never seen in my life for 10+ blocks.
Why do I have to feel the most vulnerable and unsafe when I am supposed the most free when I am doing the one thing I enjoy the most: run?! People are sick and this should end. It is not okay to alter one’s tranquility in such sick manner, there is no excuse! I think street harassment -of any kind- should be punishable!
I was leaving a screening of Out in the Night, which is amazing and everyone should see it. http://www.outinthenight.com/
We were even lucky to have the women on a panel for a Q&A. I was so moved.
As I was leaving and waiting on the corner for my ride a car full of boys pulled up and called me “beautiful” etc etc (everyone on holla back can imagine what they said). For context, I am a teacher at this university and they could have easily been my students. I let them know I wasn’t interested and told them to go on their way. They did, briefly, then they stopped their car and went in reverse to return and harass me. Have you ever felt the panic of a car full of men reversing towards you? Wasn’t the first time for me but that doesn’t mean it isn’t terrifying.
This time I played along by asking if they were students. They said they were so I said “Ok great. I’m a teacher here and I’ll be sure to remember your face. I’m sure I’ll grade your paper someday.” They weren’t impressed. Called me an ugly cunt, bitch, etc. Drove away.
They circled back a third time and I hid. I hid because they were escalating and I didn’t know what they were going to do. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I had just been inspired by Out in the Night. Maybe I would have hurt them.
I kinda wish I did.
Somebody in a red Chevy kept making sexual gestures at me constantly.I was walking and the traffic kept them away but a mile away they were harassing me again
Walking down 14th with two of my friends, a man walked toward me in that way they do, where you know they’re about to say something disgusting. He didn’t say anything, though. He just passed by me extremely close, then turned and started following us. He threw out some “baby… baby”s and we ignored him. His comments became more disgusting, “I love your pussy. It’s my favorite.” He kept following. He followed us to our front steps (by the time we realized he was still following, we were already on our deserted street), though we told him to stop. We told him no several times. My friend got out her phone to call the cops and the guy finally left. My friend spoke to the 911 operator for a few minutes. We’re still seething, and worried about him knowing where we live.