I was a teen, I developed early and had what many harassers termed “a black ass.” Almost every day, especially in the summer, and even more especially because we lived right on the edge of what was considered a “bad” neighborhood, I heard it all. I tried to just ignore it, I mean, I was just walking up to get a slurpee, not looking for some bizarre hook up. What made it even worse was my little brothers were with me, what kind of message did this send?
To this day, I think one of them continued this kind of message, and there is no way to talk to him about it now, and he has his own daughter, a little beauty, I wonder how he handles it now. I know I was embarrassed, and felt like a piece of meat, and I had no one in my life to make it better. My mom said take it as a compliment, and my dad told me if I didn’t have such a round ass it wouldn’t happen.
I didn’t even realize it affected me for a long time, didn’t even realize it was wrong. Thank you for the validation.
– DKR
Location: Newport News, VA
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