Stalking, Story

Stephanie’s Story: Why do I have to feel Vulnerable?

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!

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Stalking, Story, Verbal

Whitney’s Story: Doesn’t Mean it isn’t Terrifying

I was leaving a screening of Out in the Night, which is amazing and everyone should see it.
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.

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Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: Good Morning. Go Away. Great.

Guy says when I’m not looking at him or near him, “Good morning. Que Linda. Beautiful.”

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flashing, Nonverbal Harassment, public masturbation, Story

Ellie’s Story: Sitting and Staring

I was sitting in a coffee shop on Dupont Circle at the bar facing the windows on Connecticut Ave and noticed a man parked directly across the sidewalk was watching me from his car. I realized after a minute that he was touching himself, and eventually saw that he wasn’t wearing pants. I tried to get a picture of him (included) but people were walking by so he stopped. He continued after they passed so I got up to leave. I tried also to get a picture of his license plate but he drove away quickly when I got up. He was an older white man wearing a yellow reflective safety vest in a bright blue pick-up truck with a construction rack in the bed and Maryland plates.

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Sara’s Story: degraded in the middle of the day

I walked out on my lunch hour a block away to get something to eat. On my way there, I heard several “kissy” noises coming from my right side. I turned to see a delivery man walking right beside me and staring at me. As soon as I turned to him, I gave him a look of disgust to show him those noises were not welcome. He was just happy to have gotten my attention at all and followed up with “HI!”

This made me feel disgusting and totally degraded in the middle of the day. Immediately after I walked away, I wished I had some something to him about how inappropriate that was. It made me feel icky and gross. I came back to work and told a friend (girl) about the situation, and she made me feel worse by telling me its not a big deal and she loves it when she gets compliments in the street, but “to each their own” and then she refused to engage in any further discussion on the matter. I feel awful! If women can’t get on the same page about this, how can we ever hope that street harassment will stop?

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Nonverbal Harassment, public masturbation, Story, Verbal

Mariah’s Story: World Champion Harasser

I was coming home at night from a really good job interview. I got on the train at Hollywood/Vine Metro Station and headed back towards 7th/Metro Station. About a stop or two down the track a drunk man got on the train, singing VERY loudly (with very little talent) and sat directly across from me. I ignored him until about 10 minutes later when I noticed he was opening a can of bud light (probably his 5th). I looked away trying to ignore him again and when I glanced back I saw him starring directly at me, licking his lips, and rubbing the inside of his thigh dangerously close to his small dick. I glared back at him trying to get him to stop but he just kept going so I changed seats. He began to laugh and say degrading comments toward me … so I flicked him off (I don’t take that kind of bull shit from anyone). And then he began getting really aggressive, stumbling toward me and threatening me. We continued cussing each other out until I got to 7th & Metro. As I exited the train he made a knee jerking motion and said “I will kick your ass, bitch” and that’s when I blew my top, turned around, and said “WELL THEN COME ON BABY, I”M RIGHT HERE”. Of course the dick did nothing and continued to cuss at me as the doors closed. The ONLY bystander on a train full of useless people was this angel of a woman who, as she was also exiting the train, told the man “Don’t you touch her”. I can’t thank that woman enough for standing up for me. I’m always use to standing alone, I just want someone to help me out, just fucking once. If anyone sees a short, black man wearing a red baseball cap handing out stupid black business cards on the metro promoting himself as a “world champion boxer” (he actually tried using his cards to intimidate me) call the cops and stay away from him.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: I wish you would stop

Riding home on my way home from work, a man called out, “I wish I was a bike seat!”. This comment was not a compliment and made me feel disgusted.

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homophobic, racial discrimination, Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: homofobi ve kürtfobi

Bugün okulda Kürtleri ve ibneleri istemiyoruz diyen 2 kişi arkamdan hakaret etti. Sözlü tacizle homofobi ve kürtfobi saldırıya uğradım. Üniversite okuyan öğrencilerin bu şekilde davranmaları aldıkları eğitimleri gösteriyor.

Today 2 people insulted me from behind saying “we do not want Kurds and fags at school”. I was verbally attacked with anti-kurdish harassment and homophobia. Students attending college have been receiving training to behave this way.

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Nonverbal Harassment, Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: Not Encouraging

“Nice ass…best butt in town”, was yelled at me by a group of men, followed by a wolf-whistle, when walking down the Main Street of Angaston. This was a Saturday afternoon and it was humiliating. I pretended not to hear it, although my non-response encouraged more comments.

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Nonverbal Harassment, Stalking, Story

HOLLA ON THE GO: Here we go again

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

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