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“Make anti-street harassment lessons compulsory “

March 27, 2015 By Contributor

I walked into school and a group of boys started making tit jokes and whistling at me. They were so bad at whistling one of them brought an actual whistle. It made me feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, at that moment the bell rang.

Late that day a boy in my form class, while he was walking past me and touched the side of my breast. I reported it to my teacher but she said it must have been an accident. I wasn’t surprised. My school never takes this stuff seriously.

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

Make anti-street harassment lessons compulsory as part of PSHE/Sex ed.

– E

Location: Schoolyard

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ʺRun home to daddy b****”

March 27, 2015 By Contributor

My high school is located in the upper downtown area of Indianapolis, Indiana. When I was a sophomore I was walking down the city street from my school to a coffee shop about five blocks away to wait for my father to come pick me up. It was the middle of July and hot outside, so the streets weren’t too busy. As I waited at a stop light to cross the street, a man started to approach me walking fast. As he got up next to me he shoved a tube filled with liquid to my face asking ʺHey beautiful, do you know a man that smells like this?ʺ Terrified that it was laced with drugs or something I held my breath and stepped away. I told him as politely as I could muster, ʺNo, I’m sorry I do not.ʺ

He said, ʺYou didn’t even smell it.ʺ And shoved it to my face again.

This time I began to walk quickly across the street as my light changed, where he then began to follow me, and started to become angry. I asked him to leave me alone, and then I was confronted with angry yells like, ʺSpoiled mother f****** racist princessʺ ʺRun home to daddy b****.ʺ

I spotted police cars parked by a CVS and quickly made my way in there, where he finally walked away. I waited in there for about 30 minutes, then ran the rest of my way to the coffee shop. Later when I told a trusted older cousin about the incident, she told me things like that wouldn’t happen to me if I didn’t wear the clothes I wear. I was 15, In a baggy t-shirt and cut off shorts, in 90 degree weather. I’m 18 now, and this event still haunts me, along with others.

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

If you see it, say something. If the actual attack isn’t horrifying enough, its being surrounded by people who didn’t say a thing.

– Melissa

Location: Indianapolis, Indiana

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“I’m just trying to go home with you”

February 27, 2015 By Contributor

On Friday, February 20th, a man started verbally harassing me in the Prospect Park Q train station, asking if he could get inside my coat with me. I abruptly walked down to the platform to be around more people. When the train arrived, I got on and noticed he’d sat down across from me. Three stations later, I got off at my stop and he got up and did the same. Hoping to leave with the crowd, I left the train station and walked across the street and down one block.

I looked behind me and saw he was following me from across the street. I walked back towards the train station to ask the attendant to call the police. The man cut me off at the corner and I yelled, “What the f*** do you think you’re doing?!” He responded “Nothing I’m just trying to go home with you.” I threatened to call the cops if he kept following me, and he backed away and walked down the block.

An older woman saw what happened and was nice enough to accompany me home. When I called the precinct to file a report, the attendant told me that nothing had actually happened, then proceeded to hang up on me, laughing. It was 2 a.m. I called 311 to see if there were any resources, and was given the same treatment by two different people after being put on hold for 10 minutes.

– Alice

Location: Brooklyn, NY

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Romania: Street harassment in rural Romania

February 25, 2015 By Correspondent

Simona-Maria Chirciu, Bucharest, Romania, SSH Blog Correspondent

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I want to share with you all one of my experiences of street harassment. It was so awful and terrifying. I was in the village where I grew up and where I used to go and relax in the summer. Is a small village with a predominantly older population. There are some teenager and people in their 20’s and only about 12 children.

I was walking down the rural road on my way to my grandma’s house. It was dark, because in some Romanian villages the light goes on after 10 p.m. Four boys where following me that night but I didn’t see them and I didn’t care about that. I was in a bad mood that night and I did not respond to their catcalling me and leering at me when I was passing by.

When I got back from my grandma’s house and I was going to my uncle’s house, not so far from her house, those guys started to throw rocks at me. It was very dark, I had my hands full with apples, a big bottle of honey and my mobile phone as I was on the phone with my boyfriend. I managed to avoid being hit, but I yelled at them that I’m not scared of them. Then they started to walk behind me, so I stopped and let them pass, to let them be in front of me because  then I felt safer. But I was wrong! They laughed and tried to intimidate me. I was so nervous; a feminist and activist feeling unsafe and vulnerable in front of those guys!

Most of the time when I get catcalled I respond and I wanted to do that then too! My boy friend heard all of the discussion and tried to calm me down, demanding me to let them be and to stay quiet. But I was furious! This wasn’t the first time I was harassed in my village. I didn’t even know them so why were they acting like this toward me? I felt the urge to respond back! So I started acting fiercely, saying that I don’t fear them and that they are just some dumb harassers. One of them got nervous and started threating me, saying to shut up. I didn’t want to shut up. Why for?

He approach me and threatened me again. So I screamed out in his face that I’m not afraid. So immediately he punched me very hard in the face. Twice! I tried to fight back, but my hands were full. So he pulled my hair in a very brutal manner that I felt my cervical spine snapped. Then he put me on the ground and punched me in the face and the head. Then he and his friends left… while I was laying there, in acute pain. But I didn’t want to feel a victim so I managed to get up, to grab my telephone and other things and I faked that I was calling the Police. They heard and started running. Nobody heard my scream even though people from rural Romania are so curious and always behind the fences, looking on the street to see what’s happening and the next day to gossip about it. But when it comes to violence against women, they do not care!

After a short time, Police came and said to me: “Come on miss, stop crying, it’s not so bad, you’re overreacting!”

I had a swollen cheek and blood came out of my mouth, my hair was damaged. I was in shock! They blamed me for that incident. The officers heard all of my declarations and the guy that hit me, fled. When I confronted the Policeman he said and did nothing about it. Moreover he said the one that hit me me has mental disabilities and he can’t be punished and that he beats his mother and harasses other women too. And because I am not from that village, the Policeman said the declaration has no value if I want to press charges and I can’t come back here every month. For one week my cervical spine was all swollen and sore. I didn’t manage to move my head even an inch. Everybody in my family said to me that was my fault, a girl must never argue with a guy and why I was wandering in the village after dark? Why couldn’t I just mind my own business? Ohhh! All this discourse discouraged me so I didn’t continue with the Police complaint.

Even now, two years after the incident, sometimes my head hurts in those places where I was hit and once more I get terrified when I remember the hate in his eyes towards me. The very cherry on top was that a few weeks from that incident an unknown mobile phone number sent me messages like “I know you! How are you, you sweet girl” and then called me.. It was a familiar voice: it was that Policeman from my village, the one that took my declaration and said to me that I was overreacting! I threatened to report him and he stopped, but still I was petrified that he did this!

This experience gave me the motivation to fight harder against street harassment. Harassers don’t stop easily, so we keep on fighting!!

Simona is the Vice President of a feminist NGO – FILIA Center and a PhD student in Political Sciences, working on a thesis on street harassment in Bucharest. You can follow her on Facebook.

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“I was afraid of being ignored or laughed at”

February 24, 2015 By Contributor

I was walking from Brixton Market to Brixton Road on a busy Friday at 8 p.m. I didn’t feel at risk because there were a lot of people around and I was walking along a well-lit street with shops.

As I was walking through the scaffolding which is currently lining part of Coldharbour Lane (which has the bad effect of cutting the path off from the rest of the street and giving it an alleyway-like effect) I noticed a man coming towards me. As I say, I had no suspicion or fear as, fortunately, I am accustomed to walking past men without adverse consequences. However as we walked past each other this squat man in his forties or fifties stuck his hand out and gave my ass a good squeeze. Unlike me, he had noticed that for a few seconds we were the only people in the street, and had taken advantage of the fact. I was so shocked and scared by his action and by how vulnerable I suddenly felt that I carried on walking (towards the main road) and only shouted some insults back at him.

A big group of people came round the corner straight after, and I considered telling them, because the man was still just walking casually along the road ahead. But I was afraid that they might laugh or refuse to do anything, and so add further to my humiliation.

I think it could be helpful to have posters in the street, encouraging people to take action against this kind of event – perhaps saying something like ‘GROPING AND VERBAL HARASSMENT ARE A CRIME AND ARE PUNISHABLE BY A FINE OF £— OR JAIL. PLEASE REPORT THIS CRIME TO THE POLICE AND HELP US CATCH THE CRIMINALS WHO DO THIS.’ If I had been sure that this is universally considered to be unacceptable and illegal, then I would have said something and perhaps they could have helped me to punish, shame or take the man to the police. Instead, I was afraid of being ignored or laughed at.

It is absolutely disgusting that some people feel like they can walk around taking whatever they want. Someone whose morals are so low as to enable them to touch a woman and take advantage of her vulnerability are surely not above rape. They should be dealt with as seriously as criminals, to clearly put out the message that ANY TYPE of unwanted sexual act is absolutely unacceptable.

– Anonymous

Location: Coldharbour Lane, Brixton, London, United Kingdom

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