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Street Harassment: Lessons from Egypt

July 4, 2013 By Contributor

The first time I ever saw an incident of street harassment in Tahrir was long before the Square had made it into world news headlines. I distinctly remember the sight of the woman holding her harasser by the collar of his shirt while packs of passersby gathered around bombarding her with implorations to let him go.

But what did he do? What do you mean he harassed you, was it just talk? Let him go! Are you really going to report him over THAT? The police will not do anything; just let him go. Harassment? That doesn’t happen here, what are you trying to get out of this poor man?

“I’ll let him go over my dead body,” she said flatly.

That afternoon, I watched this young woman literally drag her harasser all the way to the police station. I, like the gathering crowd, found the idea of reporting a harassment case to the police exasperating; at best, they would ignore her pleas to report, at worst, she would have been a laughing stock for the officers. Indeed, after a while, the man emerged from the police station, looking quite flustered but otherwise free from charges. The woman he harassed soon followed looking quite unbothered herself.

“Why did you report him knowing they will just laugh at you?” I decided to approach her and ask.

“I don’t care what they will or will not do, I wanted everyone to watch him being dragged around for harassing a woman and I wanted him to see everyone watching him,” she said.

Before the revolution, it was incredibly rare for anyone to use the term “harassment” in Egypt; they called it other things, mostly “catcalls” and even then the matter was never considered a serious problem. Only when physical assault was involved was it taken seriously.

That street harassment was not addressed as such is partially linked to the lack of political space from which we may have highlighted the issue as a human rights violation.

Then, as the January 2011 revolution took place, we saw a whole other face to street harassment. Mob attacks by the hundreds on both journalists and protestors soon made it into headlines news. All of a sudden, people started talking about street harassment as a criminal act, as something that ought to be punishable by law.

And then the fury died down as we all went back to our daily lives. The problem then was that street harassment became part of our daily routines. With the lack of order and stability that followed the revolution, physical and verbal harassment became an everyday thing for the women of Cairo. Before, harassers would carry out the deed with a sense of privacy- in isolated places, late at night etc.- tapping into the common notion that street harassment was not really a problem for Egyptians and therefore making it more difficult for us to shame the behaviour.

After 2011, street harassment became reflective of a certain power dynamic. Every major protest came with a renewed wave of attacks, often employed as a deterrence tool against political expression. But this time, we were ready. The formation of Tahrir Bodyguard, Op Anti-SH and other movements not only provided physical protection of female protestors, but also enforced the reality that Egyptian women will stop at nothing to take ownership of their streets and of their revolution.

On June 30, despite the continued brutality of sexual assault, more Egyptian women took the streets than ever. While our issues with street harassment are not resolved, our continued fight against it has come to mean one thing- that we are on the right track.

 Yasmine Nagaty is a Political Science graduate and an aspiring writer from the American University in Cairo and currently works at the Egyptian NGO Misr ElKheir. You can follow her on Twitter.

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“He literally stalked me to my street”

July 4, 2013 By Contributor

I’d been at a friend’s house all night having a few drinks until the early hours of the morning. It got to 4 a.m. and it was light outside, so I thought I’d start walking home (30 minute walk overall) and it’d be pretty safe as I could see everything clearly around me. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have walked home alone, but I honestly thought I’d be okay because I usually am.

I get about 10 minutes into my walk home only to hear someone on a bicycle, and they start cycling past me only to then go onto the pavement and stop right in front of me. This alone terrified me. I then realise it’s a guy, and I instantly freeze.

He smiled at my reaction, then proceeded to ask me if I had a cigarette…so I lie and tell him I don’t smoke, hoping he’d go off. He didn’t. He edged towards the road and started cycling again. I was literally clutching my phone in my pocket so tight, ready to actually hit him a round the head if he came closer. He then slowed down and edged towards me on his bike again near the pavement, obvious to him that I was extremely uncomfortable.

He then said. “You’re very beautiful, aren’t you?” followed by a leer.

Bearing in mind I looked awful from a heavy night drinking, wearing leggings and a dress with a hoodie…so this just creeped me out even more. I just smiled and looked down. He then asked me where I’d been and why such a “beautiful girl” was walking in the early hours of the morning. I replied with “a friends house”, still looking at the floor. He then asked for my age, and I told him 18 to which he replied, “I’m 17″.

I looked up at him and he did not look 17. Early 20’s at the youngest. I was trying to get a good look at his face because I was at this point terrified for my safety. I was hoping by now he’d actually leave me alone, I was so scared. I was trying to be as normal as possible, I didn’t want to provoke him in anyway so I thought it’d be easier to answer his questions. He then said, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

I lied again and said yes, really hoping that he’d leave. He then said, “What a lucky man, you’re so beautiful.”

I just nodded and looked away, and he cycled off shouting, “Bye” in the process.

I could have literally had a panic attack on the spot. Bearing in mind I was alone, 20 minutes away from my house, there were lots of alleyways coming up where he could have easily been waiting down and I was drunk. Drunk and stumbling. I have generalized anxiety disorder so my reaction was a lot worse to that of a normal person, and I was really finding it hard to pull myself together.

I was walking home paranoid as anything, carefully crossing onto the “safe” side of the road every time an alleyway came up in case he was there. I was so sure he’d gone, I was looking behind me every few seconds. I then approached my road and literally sighed with relief, because I thought I was safe then. I was literally about 20 seconds away from my house, when I see a bike.

It was him. Cycling towards me. Down my road.

He smiled at me and said, “Long walk for a girl isn’t it?”

I just looked at him and sped up. I looked behind me and he was cycling off. Then I half ran home, fumbling for my keys and looking to see if he was behind me. No sign of him, so I open my door and shut it quickly but quietly behind me, hoping he wouldn’t see or hear what house I was going into.

Then everything sunk in and I had a panic attack, absolutely terrified. There is no way, absolutely NO way in hell that it was coincidence he was down my road. From where he saw me last, to my road was 20 minutes away. You have to go down multiple different streets to get there. He literally stalked me to my street.

It was the scariest thing that’s happened to me for a long time. I’m so terrified he saw what house I went into.

– Leah-Grace

Location: Clacton-On-Sea, Essex, England

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“He wouldn’t move his car until I gave him my phone number”

July 2, 2013 By Contributor

I’d just moved to Chicago from Houston so I was adjusting to walking and taking public transportation as opposed to driving everywhere. Anyway, the weather finally broke that summer and I decided to break out a pair of shorts. These were not tight fitting shorts or “short” shorts, but apparently, they accented by behind and hips in a way that drew unwanted attention. I thought this was a fairly normal thing to do. I was subjected to lewd and inappropriate comments everywhere I went that day from the time I boarded the “L” train until I got back home that afternoon.

The worst of it came when a man in a car followed me for a whole city block trying to engage with me and then drove his car into the alley so he could block the sidewalk so I couldn’t pass. He asserted that he wouldn’t move his car until I gave him my phone number. I finally convinced him to move his car and let me pass by making up a story a bout being married and knowing that my (fake) husband would be mad if he knew I was talking to another man. That seemed to resonate with this man and I was allowed to continue walking home.

This was five years ago. I’ve not worn shorts again since then unless accompanied by my now husband.

– Lisa

Location: Chicago, IL

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“[They were] yelling, ‘Dibs!’ at us”

July 1, 2013 By Contributor

I was walking with a friend on a nature trail next to a parking lot. There was a tour bus full of men that saw us and started banging on the windows yelling, “Dibs!” at us. One of the men stepped out of the bus and shouted at me (addressing me by my clothing): “Hey, orange sweater! Wanna have sex with me tonight? I’ll wear your legs like a scarf!”

My friend and I ignored them and continued walking.

– Lindsey

Location: Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin

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“Is this conversation ok?”

June 29, 2013 By Contributor

I need your help! I was just at a CVS in line and the guy behind me said to the woman in front of me, “Has anyone ever called you Peg?” and she looked at him and paused. I guess this woman looks like an actress with the name of Peg from a TV show (that I am not familiar with). He went on saying something like, “She’s the one on that show….”. The woman, still hesitant (maybe she really was the actress in question, she had on her sunglasses!) said something to acknowledge that she knew of the actress and that yes, in fact, people had asked her this question. He came back (and here is where I need your help) with, “Well I mean that as a compliment, because I think she is HO-OT!”

The woman had completed her check out and didn’t say much and just moved on out the door.

Ugh. I was tongue-tied, but felt badly. I wondered if I should have said something to the woman, like, “Is this conversation ok? Would you rather not be the object of this guy’s fantasies?” of course loudly. I didn’t. Maybe because I’m pretty low key and whenever I’ve made a scene it always seems to backfire on me. But maybe I should have….

– Alan

Location: West Palm Beach, FL

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