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“Nice legs!” As he makes a turn onto spring garden & speeds off. Coward.
On 7/4/13 walking back from art museum w boyfriend after the fireworks. passed white dude on the street who said “ne hao” (“how are you” in chinese) in a very mocking tone as I passed. I’m Asian. I was feeling very lighthearted & happy before it happened, so walked on for a bit before it hit me how bad it was. I wanted to go back to slap, but instead had a long & pretty uplifting talk with boyfriend about it- Being Jewish, he had racist experiences too. We vowed to support each other.
I was unlocking my bike when five guys thought it was necessary to tell me that I was super sexy. Fuck you guys, I don’t need to feel like I’m being eyeball-raped. I also don’t need your opinion on my physical appearance. Have some respect.
Welcome to HOLLA::Revolution! HOLLA::Revolution is the first ever international speakers series on ending street harassment. On July 25th, 2013, in New York City, Hollaback! will bring together leading thinkers and activists to give talks and performances on feminism, tech, and street harassment. It’s going to be an historic event, and we want to bring it to you LIVE!
Featured speakers include Jamia Wilson, Samhita Mukhopadhyay, Jennifer Pozner, Jimmie Briggs, Sasheer Zamata, our HollabackPHILLY site leader Rochelle Keyhan, other Hollaback Site Leaders, and more!!!! Check out a full list of speakers here.
Not in New York? No problem. The live-stream of HOLLA::Revolution will run right here in real-time from 2pm-6pm EDT on July 25th. So save this blog post and tune in Thursday afternoon!no comments
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 firstname.lastname@example.org, 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!
Johnny Bravo, the womanizing, self-centered, “macho” character is turned into “Jenny” Bravo. See how she responds to street harassment.