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Time — 2:25 pm on Friday August 29, 2014
Location — Close to the Vivira Community Credit Union (15th and Spruce St)
Incident — I was taking care of errands and chose to walk through this neighborhood thinking that I could avoid uncomfortable street harassment. I have experienced street harassment from random men in Philadelphia but never from a person wearing a uniform. As I was walking towards Broad St, I noticed a tall, Caucasian, male postal worker a few feet ahead of me. While he was walking, he glanced back and saw me. I should mention that because of street harassment experiences, I dress very modestly even on hot summer days. I was surprised when the postal worker proceeded to stand on the tall stoop of a building in order to eye me up and down. He even created a soundtrack for himself as he made cat calls. I felt sick and walked past as fast as I could. I felt extra sick to think that this guy is (a) federal employee, (b) can harass young women in their buildings as he delivers the mail, (c) and his wages are supported in part by women like myself who depend on the postal service.
After my errands, I decided to come home and share my experience on this website. Maybe someone can suggest what one should do when faced with harassment by a person in uniform. How safe are our streets when federal employees behave like this in broad daylight, in a so-called respectable neighborhood?
Was in a nice restaurant tonight and a brazen 60-something leathery man walked over to the next table and started hitting on a 22-year old girl having dinner with her mother. He commented on the girls eyes, complexion, and toes. He asked the mom if he could “date her daughter.” After the man’s third visit to their table (I could tell his actions were really bothering them), I couldn’t take it and stepped in and asked him to leave them to their conversation. He left but hovered nearby, so I then let the waitress know what happened so she could step in too if needed. Us women have to look out for one another. That was unacceptable of him.
I was walking out to my car when two guys in a big truck honk multiple times at me (super embarrassing). When I flip them off, they tell me to “calm down, sweetheart” among other things that I could not hear as they drove away.
I was walking to a picnic with two of my friends. As we walked down the street to get to our destination it seemed like every car decided they needed to honk at us. I mean at least 10 cars honked and men were shouting out the window at us. I finally got feed up and yelled “shut up” only for one of my friends to tell me that I shouldn’t say anything because we were in Philly and one of those guys could get mad at me and get out the car and do something. So I should just take it?
I was walking past the Media Courthouse (front st & olive intersection) and walked past a young man who said something like “I feel you”. I was going to ask why he said that except that his father who wasn’t too far behind was eyeing me as well.
At the local gas station, I saw an older man (looked to be in his 40s) come over by my friend and I to check her out. (mind you, we’re both 14) A few minutes later, he and I made eye contact and I glared at him and in return he smugly smirked at me. Later on, we got honked at by a car full of men on our walk home.
No one knows this, but I was verbally harassed so many times on a daily basis that I actually became terrified of the city and withdrew from my University because of it. I wouldn’t leave my dorm room except to go to class and avoided parties because I wouldn’t walk around outside after dark. It was hard for my friends to understand because they weren’t being followed around with the generic “Hey beautiful”s and “Sexy”s. There was one time where a man on the street stopped and proposed to me. It’s crazy that people call me paranoid because of it. People need to become aware of street harassment!
So about two months ago, while walking home late, a man was yelled to me ” yo shorty let me holla at you” I ignored him. He continued ” yo, you hear me? I’m talking to you” I replied “no I’m cool”. As I got further down the street he proceeds to throw a can at me. The can missed me, but I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do and to honest I was afraid to call the cops cause I’d been drinking and felt they’d nothing anyway. Street harassment is a terrible reality but to stop it we [have to speak out.]
PECO subcontractors (from some company named something like InterSource or something), about 10 or 15 of them. I was walking back from kayaking on the river. I hear a whistle and ignore it. Then I hear “what, you’re whistling at her?” Real classy PECO, real classy. I went back and complained to one of the men who had not caught up to the others yet, and was told I could not possibly have heard what I thought I heard. Because I’m what, making it up in my head? I called and complained and was told a supervisor would call back to take the complaint in 24 hours, but they never did.
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While walking from home to the El, I crossed paths with a man. He had been walking with a friend, who he ditched to walk with me for an entire block in an attempt to pick me up. He asked if I had a boyfriend, but continued to ask me out and for me to take his number after I told him I was married and showed him my ring.
He revealed little of himself, but asked a lot of me, even inquiring as to whether I’ve dated black men before (he’s black and I’m white) and why those relationships ended. He even claimed that Jamaican men like him treat their women like queens, without a hint of realization at the irony of his kidnapping my time for the ransom of my attention while ignoring my kind but clear rejections.
Entering the station, I expected to escape, but he followed me up the escalator. I lost him at the turnstyle since he didn’t have busfare. Just another clueless “nice guy” I couldn’t have educated without further compromising myself.