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Took cab ride from 3rd & Market to 2nd & Tasker. At the end of my ride, I paid cabbie and proceeded to try and leave the cab. But the cabbie had locked the door. So as I struggled to open the door he was giggling:
I said: “could you please open the door?” (asked about 3 times)
Cabbie said: “say baby”
I continued to try and lift door lock myself but he had his hand on the front seat lock button or something.
Cabbie said: “wait… say, open the door baby please.”
I said: “open the door please”
Cabbie said: “no you have to say the whole thing with baby”
I said: “open the door baby please”
Cabbie unlocked the door and I got out.
This was very humiliating, degrading, scary and completely illegal to lock someone in against their will. I never thought about the power dynamic while getting a cab ride. That being said…
I did not get cab company name
I did not get cab number
I did not get license
Things that all escaped my thought process at the time, was just trying to get out of that cab.
It was a white cab for sure, not freedom taxi or yellow checker.
It was reported to police and documented so if this happens to anyone else please, if you remember, note any information that you can and report it…. and be careful.
I am going to start taking a quick pic of cab number every time I get a ride at the beginning of every ride.
Join our pilot program today, and help us test out our harasser cards! Your participation will help us determine how the cards play out.
The information we’d be looking to gather is when you feel comfortable or uncomfortable using them, how people react to your using them, and how you feel after using them.
Even though you’d only be a sample of reactions to the cards, it will give us some information to share with others, including local educators and youth groups, to help decide if this is an effective way to continue to educate each other about respecting each other’s boundaries and improving the ways we interact with each other in public.
If you are interested, email us at email@example.com, or post/email on Facebook or Twitter!
Hosted by: Jamia Wilson, Feminist Media Activist, Organizer, Storyteller
Genevieve Berrick, Hollaback! Los Angeles Site Leader
Jimmie Briggs, Co-founder and Executive Director of Man Up Campaign
Nicola Briggs, Anti-Street Harassment Activist
Jill Dimond, Hollaback! Lead Tech Developer /Sassafrass Tech Collective
Rochelle Keyhan, Hollaback! Philadelphia Site Leader
Julie S. Lalonde, Hollaback! Ottawa Site Leader
Nefertiti Martin, Community Organizer for Girls for Gender Equity (GGE)
Samhita Mukhopadhyay, Executive Editor at Feministing.com
Jennifer Pozner, Executive Director of Women In Media & News (WIMN)
Beth Livingston, Assistant Professor of Human Resources Studies at Cornell University
Tanisha Love Ramirez, Blogger
Rockafella, Poet /Co-founder of Hip-Hop dance theater company, Full Circle
Pamela Shifman, Director of Initiatives for Girls and Women at the NoVo Foundation
Anna Whaley, Hollaback! Brussels Site Leader
Sasheer Zamata, Comedian
Kana Zink , Music Therapist/Hollaback! Fredericksburg Site Leader
Walking to the glenside train station down Easton rd and a moving man outside of appolos pizza shouts “hey gorgous, I like that red hair,” um no thanks.
After walking into my apartment today and bursting into tears for the second time in two weeks, I knew it was finally time to write to HollaBack! Philly.
I lived in the suburbs of Philadelphia for 25 years before moving into Center City last year … and I had no idea about the (almost) daily battle that I would begin to fight on the streets of Philly. Almost 10 years ago I was a victim of a sexual assault and I’ve worked since that time on forgiving, forgetting, and becoming a stronger woman. But the verbal sexual harassment I now encounter in the city makes it hard to move forward, as I feel victimized over and over and over again.
I started following the HollaBack movement late last year after stumbling upon it in an article online. It was comforting to know that there is a community willing to share their experiences and support one another. Education on the topic of street harassment is growing, and I thank your movement for assisting in making this city a safer and more enjoyable place for women to be. I wanted to share several experiences that I’ve had, largely just to get them off my chest, but also so that other readers know that they aren’t alone.
About a month ago, my boyfriend and I were walking down 11th and Lombard returning home from the grocery store. A grocery bag in one hand and my boyfriend’s hand in the other, we were deep in conversation when I noticed three young men walking towards us. I could feel the street harassment coming before it even happened. The three men boldly encircled us and started to make comments about my body. I looked one of them straight in the eye and awkwardly said, “Stop. I don’t need this.” He came right back with, “Oh baby, I do. I need this. This is our city! We run it!” And they laughed and walked away. He was right. Until something can be done and women can feel comfortable, this will be a man’s city.
I still work in the suburbs and do the reverse commute on Septa daily. I never thought I would dread the 10 minute walk down 11th street to my apartment more than sitting on a Septa train for 45 minutes. The daily walk starts at Market East Station. If I make it down 11th street to Walnut without any problems, I finally take a deep breath and enjoy the rest of my walk (normally). The streets tend to be a bit safer and more residential after Walnut. However, one day last week, there was an inappropriate comment to me on every single block. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked into my apartment and threw myself in tears onto the couch. How could it be possible that I couldn’t walk down a single block in peace?
Today, the second incident that put me into tears, is what made me write this and get it all off my chest. I got past the Market – Walnut section of my walk and took my normal deep breath. I was almost home. As I neared the corner of 11th and Spruce, a man about 10 feet in front of me started to slow his pace allowing me to catch up to him. Oh no … the slowing of the pace … I’ve seen and felt this before. With my head held high I continued to walk. “Excuse me,” he said, “Do you mind if I take your picture?” I replied that I did mind and inquired what it was for. The man was in expensive running clothes and spoke eloquently. I wondered if maybe it was for something legitimate? How naïve. “For my sexual pleasure,” he replied with a grin. And with that, I must say, I just can’t take it anymore, Philly. Something has got to change.
I feel as if a disclaimer is needed when recounting these events. So many women write about their attire at the time of the incident and if things would’ve been different based on what they were wearing. I’m not going to do that. I’ve learned in my ten years of healing that this is not my fault. This is not my fault.
This past year in Philadelphia has made me passionate about ending street harassment and increasing awareness. Hollaback! and the stories shared through this forum have helped me understand the magnitude of the problem and that we are not alone. I want to help in anyway possible – feel free to contact me.
Thanks for all that you do!
I don’t need your random, smoke break comments. I don’t need your juvenile “wink – lip licking.” I don’t need your STARE. So keep your “hey sexy.”
My two friends who were from NJ and never been to Philly before, and I were walking along market street, with myself in the middle as I was on crutches for a knee injury. As we’re walking by minding our business, a rather large man staggers by waving a plastic bag and tells us you fucking smile, you fucking ugly bitch, looking at our group. We didn’t know who it was aimed at, but we were all frightened and raced toward our destination. The two second event put us on edge for the entire day.
For the entirety of my ride on the 11 trolley, this man put his hand on the upper thigh of the woman in front of him, despite her repeated requests for him to “get the fuck off of me” as well as several physical removals of his hand from her person.
While exiting the subway at 8th Street, a man insisted I go in front of him then patted me on the back extensively. Though minor, pretty sure he wouldn’t have done that if I was a man. No one should think they have the right to touch someone else without their permission.
We had such a heartening experience at Wizard Con this weekend in Philadelphia. Dozens of men, and many more women, came by our table to talk to us about street harassment. They showed their support, took home copies of the comic book home to show others, and grabbed harasser cards to embolden them to step in as bystanders more often.
Alongside our Hollaback: Red, Yellow, Blue materials, we also had a “Cosplay =/= Consent” sign that also brought people specifically to our table, where we had conversations about harassment and groping of cosplayers.
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As we drew parallels between street harassment and cosplayer harassment, we handed out even more harasser cards as we explained to people the less aggressive ways to let a harasser know you felt harassed. The harasser cards, modeled off of cards made by someone for the 2011 DefCon, and they were a huge hit. We can’t wait to hear stories about more women telling off their harassers in this silent, less aggressive way!
Comic conventions are about celebrating the things that make us geeks, in a place where we can feel free to embrace our favorite stories and characters freely without judgment. I am so glad that sense of community was extended so warmly to our booth. We left feeling supported and more committed to our goal of achieving a world free from harassment, whether it be based on our genders, the fact that we’re in costume, or that we like things like wearing pointy ears in public as we make the Vulcan Salute to one another.
As we continue our East Coast convention tour, we’d love to see you! Let us know what conventions you’ll be at, and if you want to join the effort to combat both street harassment and cosplayer harassment. Email us at firstname.lastname@example.org, or comment on this post!