I was at the store with my sisters, and as we were coming out, we were waiting to cross the street, and these two guys were staring at us in a car across the street waiting to turn, talking about something. As they turned the corner, one of them yelled out the window “Ay yo ma, let me get your number!” It was weird and annoying.

– Anonymous

Location: WalMart

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I was walking in the street, just a block away from my house. I see this young boy, probably thirteen, around my little brother’s age. As he comes close to me, he starts running, and grabs my boobs. I was so shocked I didn’t do anything, and he continue running.

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

Educate our male family members and friends about respect for women.

– Daniela

Location: Managua

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I was waiting at my bus stop listening to music on my iPod when a man approached me.  I heard him telling me I looked good, but I continued to listen to my music and wait for my bus.  He grabbed me and kissed my cheek and told me I was coming home with him.  I told him no and looked around as others waiting at the bus stop watched what was happening.

He grabbed me again and I told him no again and to stop and looked at everyone watching, hoping someone would step in but nobody did.  One man looked like he was going to say something but he just looked at the ground and pretended he didn’t see what was happening.

I felt scared and I wasn’t sure what this man was going to do next.  He kept yelling at me and finally my bus arrived and I ran onto it.  I never waited at that bus stop again after that day.

– K

Location: Minneapolis, MN

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Depuis 2009 ,arrivee dans une nouvelle,j’ai subi de la part de mes  voisins immediats, des atteintes a la vie privee, puis des injures, des diffamations propagees dans tout le quartier, avec un dysteme d ‘amplification sonore, audible toutes les nuits, avec description de tous mes faits et gestes,y compris la liste de mes achats et le prix paye. Ce qui suppose que ces hommes travaillaient dans les magasins et que leur but, des que j’arrivai au centre ville ,de mr destabiliser en m’interpellant par mon nom et prenom, toutes ces personnes etaient liees  aux homophobes, aux alcooliques, et a l’extremisme religieux.les methodes employees sont lies a l’utilisation d’ ultra-frequence ditectement envoye a travers ma le mur mitoyen de ma maison et de celle de mes voisins.j’ai eu problemes de vertige, de vomissements, de privation de sommeil, de perte de memoire.la police n’a jamais voulu regler le probleme de ce quartier ou regne des gangs, et des haines sociales et politiques.

– evelyne m

Location: en france dans la ville de nantes

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On October 2, 2014, I was waiting for the bus home from work, and was listening to calming music to relax.

One guy approached me and told me that I should be “smiling,” and he reached his arm out as if he wanted to touch me. I just stared at him and he kept walking.

Minutes later, another man approached me, standing too close for my comfort, and I thought he was going to try to pick me up. He was wearing a MINT Fitness shirt.

“Hi, I’ve seen you and I wanted to ask—” he starts.
“No, thank you,” I said.
“I just wanted to tell you that we’re doing a photo shoot, and you didn’t have to be so mean about it,” he said.
“I’m not being mean,” I said. “Have a good day.”

He walked off feeling dejected, but that was not my problem.

I repeat, I was standing at a bus stop listening to music. To add context, I was not the only person standing and waiting for the bus, nor was I the only one with headphones on. These men only approached me, not the others standing near me waiting for the bus. I do not like being singled out like that when I am one out of many. The men who approached me were black and I’m black, and I felt that they assumed we’d have an instant rapport because we’re the same race. I am tired of men assuming that because we’re the same race that they can invade my space and tell me to “smile” or call me “mean” when I want to be left alone. I smile when I feel like it and if I want to be left alone, I want to be left alone.

– D

Location: McPherson Square bus stop, Washington, DC

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