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Last week in the early morning, as I’m walking in the street, two men were passing by on the opposite pavement. One of them asked me “Hey cousin, do you have any lighter?” I just answered that I did not when this one started to insult my mum and cross the road nervously to beat me up!
I ran down the stairs to catch the train at Forest Hills and as I rushed down, I noticed a man standing on the platform, alone, not getting on the train. In the few seconds before I got onto the train, I found it really strange that the man was just standing there. At first, I assumed he was waiting for another train or maybe waiting for someone else but as I turned to see him, his fly was unzipped and his junk for people to see. I just glared at him and as the train left he smiled like an ass. In that moment, I feel like my mind didn’t function. I should have given him my finger as the train doors closed or said something.
Did no one else notice him?
I was walking back to my office from the deli after picking up my lunch when some cretin walked by me in the opposite direction, leered and me and yelled, “Me love you long time.” (Obviously a racist and sexually harassing comment which also indicates that he watches way too much pornography objectifying Asian women).
He was wearing a red sweatshirt that had a Business logo on the back, which indicates that he is part of a local crew here. (He should have thrown himself out with the garbage).
I was going to turn around and follow him to take photos but then I realized I had left my phone in my office. I really wish I had my phone on me to take photos because I would have gotten him reprimanded or fired from his job.
And last week, I had two incidents. One guy yelled, “Wow, I never seen a Chinese girl looking like that!”
And another yelled, “Hi China! Shake that thang!”
Not enough people take action on this type of despicable behavior, which is why it persists. Enough is enough.
Standing at bus corner in St. Louis, MO. Old man walked by me and said “damn you fine”, then passed behind me while I was waiting to see my butt. School bus driver passed by, honked, and stared while pointing at me. All within 9 minute wait for the bus. I was not wearing anything revealing. Often I get harassed while at bus stops no matter what I wear.
I work in a restaurant everyday. That’s why when i come home it’s already late and night has fallen
I take the metro and many young boys shout at me.
I was very surprised when i turned around and i saw their childhish faces.
They insulted me. I told them that i was more older and that they can’t talking to the girl like that.
I follow my road and i never forget that in every age, we can be a victim or a protagonist of street harassment.
One day in the subway, a man came to me. He asked me my first name, I have not answered him. He began to say to the other men in the metro, “Do not tell him I not laugh.” Shocked I tell him to stop! He insults me by saying “bitch” I have girls like you all day and they have earned me money!
It happend one day I left work, when I was walking back home.
I was waiting for the subway, when I realized that one weird man was looking at me.
I had this strange feeling with that man and I forbide myself to look at him. I decided to ignore him.
Then came the subway, I came in and I saw the same man sitting next to me. I had two stations until my place.
At the next station I decided to get out of the subway and wait an other one. What I realized when I was waiting for the subway is that the weird man get out too and he was waiting like me.
I was pretty sure the guy followed me. Another subway arrived and I went in. I get out at my station (the same guy behind me). I was scared. Right outside the subway station, I saw three persons who seem to be my age, I ran to them and I asked them to pretend to be people I knew. To feel safe with a group. I looked at the weird guy and he saw that I was with people, he smiled at me and he went back into the subway station.
I was walking to class when I reached the 12th and Jefferson bus stop. Two men were blockig the sidewalk behind the bus stop shelter, and there was a crowd of people in front of it. I walked by and they immediately started looking me up and down, whistling, making gross kissing noises, and catcalling. No one said anything. I looked at them and said “don’t talk to me.” One started to follow me to class and I called the campus public safety. I was victim-blamed for being “a beautiful woman.”
Drunk guy in bar harassing my friends. Friends looked at their shoes and tried to stop interaction by not responding. Drunk guy touched my friend inappropriately. I turned him around by his shoulder and grabbed his hand.
Me: Hey man, what’s your name?
Me: Nice to meet you, ___.
Him: I like you. You’re nice to me. They’re being ******.
Me: No, you’re just bothering them and they don’t like it. So you need to stop that now.
Him: Let me show you a picture.
Me: No, I don’t need to see that. You need to go away or I’m telling someone to get you out of here.
Interaction stopped! Did I have to see a cell phone picture of his junk in order to get him to go away? Yes. Did any other larger, more capable, male-gendered (therefore viewed as more threatening and worthier of respect) person in the bar – of which there were PLENTY – try and help me out? No!
But did the guy go away and stop touching my friends?
Yes he did.
As I attend school in downtown Cincinnati, I understood that it wasn’t always a pretty place. I’ll be adding more stories of things that I have experienced and witnessed, but here’s one that was my first.
It was August and still hot on the streets so I wore what was comfortable, shorts and a t-shirt. After leaving school for the day, I headed to the library to meet a friend.
Heading down the street, I noticed the occasional security guards from numerous companies and felt pretty safe. Out of nowhere, a black pickup truck pulled up next to me.
The man in the front seat leaned out and yelled, even though he was directly next to me,”How about you get in and we’ll show you why two is better than one.”
Instinctually, I took off, dashing down the street as his friend yelled,”DYKE BITCH!” out the window.
When I reached the library. I didn’t tell my friend a word of what happened. I regretted not speaking up sooner and blaming myself for the harassment. Even the school dress code told me that I was a distraction.
Street harassment should not be the norm for young girls.