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My mom’s car had broken down earlier that week, so we had to walk to the library that day. It was a few blocks down, so we had left early in the morning to beat the heat. As we were walking, no cars passed the majority of the time. I had music playing and wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on until I heard a honk. Three men stuck their heads out the window of their green van and proceeded to make kissing noises and whistled at my mom and I. I was 14 years old. Being the strong (maybe a little bit crazy) woman that she is, my mom threw a rock or two at the moving van.

I remember standing there feeling violated and plain out dirty. I just wanted to get to the library and hide forever. Years later, I still feel like the girl who got harassed on the street with her mom.

– Anonymous

Location: Las Vegas, Nevada

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This was one of the scariest street harassment experience that I’ve ever dealt with — I was in high school at the time. I was running late for school one morning and had to walk a few blocks to school from the metro bus stop. Well as I was walking, a car slowed up beside me. There were about 5 young guys in the car. They kept yelling out trying to get my attention. I told them I had a boyfriend. They didn’t care. I tried ignoring them, hoping they would just leave. The harassment continued for about a block. I wanted to just hurry up and get inside the school.

Suddenly I heard the car stop. And the door opened. I saw one of the guys step out angrily. I started walking faster and he caught up with me and grabbed my arm really hard and forced me to turn around. I was terrified. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me. He said something like, “You ain’t going to just keep walking away like you don’t hear us.”

I told him I had to get to school and pulled away from him and ran the rest of the way to school. I never looked back. I felt so helpless. I’m a pretty vocal and tough girl, but I felt like I had no voice. Like I had to tell him what he wanted to hear as to not provoke him to hurt me. I wanted to say, “Get the hell away from me and get your filthy hands off of me!!! I don’t want to talk to you!”

But instead I had to tell them that I was someone’s girlfriend in hopes that they would at least respect him because it was obvious that they didn’t respect me.

Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?

I think more women should report these crimes and if possible record the harassers. The police should take it serious too. We are taught to feel that this is a normal part of being a woman. And this is not normal at all. We are victimized for going about our daily life activities.

– RJ

Location: 4TH Street, SE, Washington, DC. In front of Ballou High School

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I commute to work, and there is not a single trip to Penn Station that I do not experience seeing harassment. Usually a man will whistle at me or another woman or stroll suggestively in her path or even say something. So many of us need to commute. I try to arrive at the station just a few minutes before the train leaves, when it is on the tracks and I can board, or I buy coffee and sit in a coffeeshop to avoid standing around waiting for the train.

Optional: Do you have any suggestions for dealing with harassers and/or ending street harassment in general?

A few times I have pointed my phone at a harasser and each time he completely changed his manner. Usually I try to look like an ordinary person, but as I get older I realize that for some men a woman is never an ordinary person. So I don’t know.

Location: Penn Station, NYC

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