Category: Verbal

Erin’s Story: “I Don’t Feel Safe Here”

My cousin is getting married next month, and I am unable to attend due to distance and money issues. I decided to go to the drug store on the way home from running errands to pick up a nice card for her and her fiancée. On the way home I heard a voice shouting “Hey! … Continued

Chris’s Story: Scary Late Night Experience

About a month ago (06-02-14) I was walking back from one of my friends’ houses in the flats of Southside. While I was walking on the backstreets I noticed a strange man about half a block behind me. Since I didn’t feel comfortable, I walked to Carson Street in the hopes of being in a … Continued

Lilly’s Story: “I Can Never Feel Safe in this City”

I’m 19 years old, out of school and looking for a job. I had made plans to go to several local businesses–a clothing store and a couple art shops–to look for a job. To show to potential employers that I’m a creative and unique person while still looking somewhat professional, I wore a white blouse … Continued

Blan’s Story: Proud but Afraid

I was walking back home, and a young man was standing in a corner with some headphones. As I walked past him, I heard him yell “Bonjour!” I looked back (I wasn’t sure he was talking to me because of the headphones he had, and it’s not the first time some tourist stops me to … Continued

Sara’s Story: “I Was so Angry and Upset”

I am a cis-het white female and I acknowledge that 1) I have benefited, and still benefit, from white privilege 2) we DO NOT live in a post-racial society and 3) my experience pales in comparison to others’. But I think it’s important to share this story. I’m new to the Atlanta area so when … Continued

Lisa’s Story: “A Game of Power-Play”

After experiencing street-harassment on a daily basis, and heavily researching it throughout the day, I’ve been feeling pretty inspired to speak up. I have another success story to share from this afternoon. The past two days have seemed laden with honking, whistling, smiling, and other unwanted invasions of my personal and mental space. I work … Continued