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“Once again I was being singled out for being of the same race”

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Why is it that when I have a period when I don’t get harassed and don’t think about street harassment that it happens again?

I was walking home from work on the Key Bridge this evening, and was in my own zone, and I hear a voice yell “‘Scuse me…’scuse me!” and out of the corner of my eye I see it’s coming from a red SUV sitting in Key Bridge traffic that was at a standstill. Though I couldn’t see this guy’s face, I could tell by his voice he was a “brotha” and that once again I was being singled out for happening to be of the same race.

We were heading in opposite directions (I was walking towards Virginia and he was driving into DC) and I knew with my street harassment sixth sense he didn’t have anything important to say. I ignored him.

Then he starts asking, “Girl, are you cold? You cold, girl?” I continue towards my destination and continue to tune him out. I didn’t turn my head to look at him, and though I wasn’t afraid to confront him, I was not in the mood to say shit to him. I was tired, worn out and wanted to get home. I just kept walking. His response to my ignoring him was to laugh. What the hell did he think I was going to do, climb over the partition that separates the pedestrians from the drivers and talk to him?! Give me a break!

As I said, I was singled out by this guy because we’re both black. There were plenty of other people walking one way or another on that bridge. He said nothing to the two white women I’d passed in front of, one lugging rolling luggage and another cheerfully talking on her phone to her mother about her holiday plans. He didn’t say shit to a middle-aged couple walking in the opposite direction. He didn’t say anything to the men or the numerous cyclists. Nope, just me, all because we are the same race and I was solo and guys like him think single black women are prey. He’s bored while stuck in traffic and used me, a solo black woman, for a quick laugh.

From my many dealings with same-race harassment (some posted here, others not) it’s the same thing. If I say “I don’t know you!” or “Just because we’re the same race doesn’t mean you have permission to talk to me,” I get called “white-worshipper!”, “stuck up,” or told I think I’m “white.” If I tell them to go fuck themselves I get told “you’re ugly anyway.” I could’ve taken his photo like I normally do with harassers, but my phone takes useless photos at night. If I try to calmly educate them on why harassment’s not cool and specifically why they need to let single black women be, they act dense. “Why can’t I holla at a sista?” BECAUSE THIS SISTA DOESN’T WANT TO BE HOLLA’D AT!!!!! All said, I am tired of these men, not interested in standing out in the cold to dispatch yet another harasser, tired of the randomness of it all, and just wanted to get home.

Though this incident was minor compared to others, the reason why I’m so angry is because it’s yet another instance of me being harassed to add to my collection of harassment stories, and I’m sick of it.

– Tired of Being Harassed

Location: Key Bridge, Arlington, VA

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“Stop looking so good, you fucking bitch.”

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Last week, I was walking to the bus stop in downtown Vancouver. I had just returned from a job interview and was dressed up. A couple of older men stumbled out of one of the bars on the street and walked towards me. One of them walked up to me and said, “Stop looking so good, you fucking bitch.”

They both laughed and kept walking. I just shook my head and kept walking.

– Margaret

Location: Vancouver, BC

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“We can all be human rights defenders”

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Happy Human Rights Day!


I really like the Human Rights Day speech from the United Nations High Commissioner Navi Pillay. In her speech, she notes that there are many famous people who have made a difference in promoting human rights…

“But these inspirational figures could not have done what they did without the help of many others whose names we don’t know. Efforts to end slavery spanned 1,000 years, and still continue with adults and children being trafficked for sex and indentured labour. After a mammoth struggle that lasted more than 150 years, women have won the right to vote almost everywhere, but still lack many other fundamental rights.

We owe the progress we have made to the enormous efforts of hundreds of thousands of largely unsung heroes, known collectively as human rights defenders.

Human rights defenders come from all walks of life, ranging from princesses and politicians, to professionals such as journalists, teachers and doctors, to people with little or no formal education. There are no special qualifications. All it takes is commitment, and courage.

We can all be human rights defenders, and – given how much we owe to others for the rights many of us now take for granted – we all should be human rights defenders. At the very least, we should do our utmost to support those who do defend human rights. Every year, thousands of human rights defenders are harassed, abused, unjustly jailed and murdered. That is why Human Rights Day 2010 is dedicated to Human Rights Defenders and their courageous battle to stop discrimination of all sorts. We need to stand up for their rights as much as they stand up for ours.” (emphasis mine)

With 2010 Nobel Peace Prize winner Liu Xiaobo in jail in China and his wife and family members and friends banned from attending the ceremony today, it could not be clearer why it’s important to help the defenders of human rights when too often their opponents jail them – and in other cases murder them.

I also want to pick up on the part of the speech that I made bold: “There are no special qualifications. All it takes is commitment, and courage. We can all be human rights defenders, and – given how much we owe to others for the rights many of us now take for granted – we all should be human rights defenders.”

I feel choked up thinking about the many human rights defenders I know. I started to list them but I deleted my list because it is so long and I’d also hate to miss acknowledging someone. In one way or another, most people I know are doing something human rights-related and all of my role models are too (and that’s why they’re my role models).  They inspire me and keep me from losing faith in humanity.

Each person who shares their stories on this blog and does anything else to speak out against, raise awareness of, and work to end street harassment is a human rights defender. After all, it should be everyone’s human right to be safe and un-harassed in public spaces and to have equal access to them! So thank you for everything you are doing to make public places safe and welcoming for everyone. You inspire me to do as much as I can to make the world a better, more humane place.

If you need ideas for how you can do more to defend the human right of safe access to public spaces, check out my new blog page Do Something! which lists lots of ideas, many of them from other human rights defenders. And feel free to share other ideas in the comments section.

As Pillay said, making a difference only takes commitment and courage. Human rights are worth that effort.

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No 10-year-old should be violated like this

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This happened 6 years ago, but I haven’t forgotten it and just discovered this website so I thought I would share my story.

When I was ten years old, my fifth grade class (FIFTH GRADE) went to a play. When we were leaving the play we were standing around waiting for our bus near some adults. I didn’t see who it was, but I knew it was an adult because of the size of their hand, but someone grabbed my bottom, squeezed it, and then spanked it, hard enough for it to hurt for a while after.

At the time I was so surprised by it, but having experienced the things I’ve experienced now at 16 (having my butt rubbed, a man take a picture down my shirt, a guy shout, “I remember you from last night,” and too many more to list.  These are just the ones that have happened in the past week).

Every time I go out in public there are men leering at me, and whenever I go out without my parents they say what they are really thinking or follow me. It’s such an unpleasant experience.

It really helps to read other people’s stories. I am so amazed by the courage that so many women have shown in the face of these things, and although I haven’t had the guts to do anything about it, I hope that I will someday soon.I usually just ignore the comments/stares and walk away, or in the opposite direction depending on the severity of it. I don’t know what else to do!

– LB

Location: Northern California

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Standing up to street harassers for the first time

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[Editor’s Note, this story is from my mom and I am so proud of her!!!]

I have been staying in a hotel on Ocean Blvd in South Beach Florida that I stay at every winter. It’s safe and in a nice area. But because there is a vacant store next door, this year men gather in front and every time I go out, day or night, I have to pass them and hear all of their comments: “Oheee, I really like a babe in purple.” I was wearing a purple sweater and visor with my shorts. “What you doing tonight?” Whistles. Chuckles.

After two days of this I finally called the hotel and complained. They said they have had other complaints and are working with the police. But because the vacant building is an art deco building in the art deco district they aren’t allowed to put up a no trespassing sign, but actually have to have the same police officer find the same men three times before they can get arrested. “We are working on it,” the front desk told me.

I told my daughter and she said, “Mom, if it happens again, take a picture, if they are doing it to you think of the young girls.”

After calling the front desk yesterday they called the police and the men were gone for nearly 24 hours, but tonight they were back when I went out to get something at the local market.

“Hey can I talk to you for a minute?” one of the three asks. “Hey where you going?” the second one asks.

I found my voice, every other time I had just walked past them ignoring them. “I don’t want to talk to you. Please just leave me alone.”

They laughed. “What? We can’t talk to you? You too good to talk to us?”

“You are harassing me. I’m going to call the police if you are here again.”

“What? It’s illegal to talk to someone on the street?” They laughed at me like I was so stupid.

“I’m taking your picture.” I said and took out my phone.

“Hey don’t be taking our picture.” One guy covered his face the other two turned and backed away.

They stopped someone on the street while I was getting out my phone camera. “This lady is crazy she says we can’t talk to her. What the f–?”

I snapped the picture of the back of them the one guy still had his hands over his face.

My hands were shaking as I said, “What if I were your sister, would you want strange men talking to her?”

“Hell yes, she might meet a millionaire.”

“Well you don’t look like millionaires,” I said and walked away. I was gone five minutes. They were still gone when I returned.

They made me feel stupid, But what did I expect, that they were going to say, “We are so sorry. We should have respected your rights to not be harassed on the streets.”

What I thought of saying after I left was, why do you only stop women?

But I’m sure those guys would have said, “What you think we want to be thought of as gay?”

Anyway I did it and I’ll do it again. It was my first time talking back and I am scared but glad I tried and next time hopefully I’ll have smarter things and a kinder voice, not angry. When I’m angry they just get defensive. But I’m new at this–at standing up to harassers that is, not new to being harassed–sadly, so I’ll give myself some slack!

– Beckie Weinheimer

Location: South Beach, Florida

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