Estaba con dos amigas volviendo a casa después de una cena maravillosa y estábamos hablando tranquilamente y caminando a casa con calma.
La calle era estrecha y donde pasan los peatones aún más, y había una escuela con tres tipos sentados en la valla que suele haber justo fuera de la puerta principal. Teníamos que pasar por donde estaban pero no tenía porqué ser incómodo ni nada. Pero mientras acercamos estaba claro que no iba a ser así.
Mientras acercamos y pasamos podríamos sentir sus miradas fijas siguiéndonos y como teníamos que pasar de tan cerca lo notó como algo tan fuerte y si como si las miradas me quemaban la cara. Era muy intimidate, incluso estando con dos amigas. Al pasar uno de ellos dijo “nosotros también somos tres”, seguimos caminando y empezaron a decir más cosas, no me enteré de lo que dijeron pero me parecía que alguna frase era para nosotras y alguna otra era conversación entre ellos sobre nosotras, pero suficientemente alto para que los escuchamos.
No lo dejé pasar. Me paré, les miré con cara de no muy contenta (pero con nada de agresividad, me daban miedo) y les dije “¿qué pasa?”. El tío no dice nada pero hace gestos que dicen “que pasa? No estábamos hablado con vosotras, ¿no podemos hablar entre nosotros tranquilamente sin que te enfades por ninguna razón como una loca?”, les dije “aaah, entonces hablando sooobre nosotras?”
Se ponían a hablar entre ellos, incomodados, y yo me fui con mis amigas. Me alegro mucho de haber parado y haber dicho algo. A ver si paran a pensar la próxima vez ahora que las mujeres empezamos a responder.
Dear Hollaback! community,
This has been a hard week for us, and we wanted to reach out because we imagine it’s been a hard week for you too.
If you’re not caught up on the news, here’s a quick rundown: Donald Trump is minimizing the violent and degrading words recorded in 2005 as mere posturing and harmless banter. As women have come forward this week to describe their experiences of assault at his hands, Donald has vehemently denied their claims and attempted to cast himself as a victim.
Watching this play out takes its toll on all of us—especially those of us who have been the subject of demeaning, violent speech; who have been harassed in the workplace; who have been groped by strangers. We’ve heard from many of you—our most ardent supporters—that these news cycles have triggered anxiety, depression, fear, and rage. We at Hollaback! want to recognize and validate every one of you who are struggling. We are with you.
We want to recognize the courage, vulnerability, and power of the women who have come forward this week to tell their stories—and of those throughout this election cycle who have stood up to racist, sexist, xenophobic, Islamophobic, and ableist language and actions, telling the world that this is #notokay. We see you, we hear you, and we believe you.
As we see this ugly dance unfold on a national stage, the stories we’re hearing are all too familiar. Over the past 10 years you’ve told us your stories, and we’ve listened. You showed us how “locker room talk” can escalate quickly. You showed us that men in suits really do grope women between their legs. And in our research with Cornell University you showed us that groping and fondling are the forms of street harassment most likely to lead to long-term feelings of depression and low self-esteem.
Here’s the thing: telling your story can help you understand, process, and feel validated in everything you’re going through. It shows other people that they aren’t alone, and it inspires them to speak up too. Right now, thanks in part to the women speaking up about their experiences with Donald, other people are coming forward about their experiences. If you feel like you’re able to join them in solidarity, we encourage you to share your story now.
By sharing these experiences, we work through our pain and toward a world where hatred, discrimination, and harassment are unacceptable. We can build a world where all of us are able to travel, work, and live freely in shared and public spaces without fearing each other. We can stand with each other, instead of against each other.
If you only remember one thing from this letter, remember this: you’re not alone. So tell us, how have you been handling the past week? What do you need? Leave a comment below to check in with us and share your thoughts. It’s so important right now that we’re in touch— connected — and standing strong together.
With love and solidarity,
The Hollaback! team
Two little shits decided to yell ‘dayum’ at my friend and I as we waddled through the city after stuffing our faces. I flipped the boys off and then they hurled insults at us. Couldn’t hear what they said but I’m sure it was the same old stuff. Very worrying to see young boys act that way purely to harass people.
Two guys yelled at me from their car as they drove by. Like I needed to be reminded that I’m an object.
I live in the northern quarter in a really busy area so it’s not often I’m walking on the streets alone, but yesterday I happened to be going down a quiet back street on the way back from the gym. Two guys no older than 30 came behind and began to walk on either side of me, and I had music on so couldn’t hear what they were saying. I took a headphone out and told them to leave me alone. They told me to learn to take a compliment and that wearing leggings like that, I was asking for attention.
Luckily, a family came out of a restaurant and they sauntered off, not without winking and miming an ass slap. This was at 7 p.m. and right next to my home, I don’t deserve to feel unsafe.
I was walking my dog at 10pm at night in the rain. Man yells at us to get off his property and starts calling me a bitch. I said I was not in his property and it’s a public side walk. I kept walking and he came out and hollered at me more. Every other word out of his mouth was bitch. He stood in the sidewalk and put his hands on his hips. Older white male at least 60 years old. I said I was going to video tape if he kept it up but it was raining and I just wanted to get the hell away. He also asked where I live. Unfortunately I live very close and know I’ll see him again.
I was at work early in the morning and I was the only one up front. A man comes to the checkout and as I am about to ring him up he reaches across the counter and grabs my hand. I’m staring at him in shock as he looks me in the eye and says “That’s right, say ‘get your hands off me”. After that I finished the transaction and he left. Terrifying.
I sat down on the t (Boston speak for “subway”) and a guy sat down directly across from me. I had a bad feeling about him since he was acting kinda weird at the station. I put my headphones on and purposefully face away from him cause I sat here first. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him grooving to his headphones then stomping his feet loudly. He kept saying things to random strangers on the t car and most people ignored him. Then he started yelling about his grandfather to anyone who would listen. Eventually he did little things to try to get my attention like wave to me which I kept ignoring. Then he stands up to get off at his stop and gets close to me and waves. I immediately whack his hand away and yell “stop it!” He looks at everyone else on the t, pointing at me saying something (I can’t hear cause I still have headphones on). Everyone just stares at him but 3 young women are clapping for me. Right before he gets off the t he waves in my face again so I start take my shoe off. He sees that and very quickly runs out the door.
Estaba apropiando de mi teléfono y un señor me dijo
We’ve had a jam packed week full of planning and strategizing for the future of Hollaback! and are ending it by celebrating Trans Day of Action today in Washington Square Park. Our Heartmob Program Coordinator Desiree along with interns Jean and Lily will be marching through and around the park, uniting together towards dismantling the transphobia, racism, classism, sexism, ageism, ableism, homophobia and xenophobia that permeate our society.
Meanwhile, at Hollaback! Around the world…
We’re so proud that Hollaback! sites everywhere are spreading the word and taking action to fight back against the violence and harassment many have to experience everyday. Keep fighting on!
That’s it for now!
Holla and out!