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Digest of Street Harassment News: May 19, 2013

News stories, Resources, weekly round up | on May, 19, 2013 | by | 0 Comments

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Street Harassment Stories:

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Stop Street Harassment Blog

Collective Action for Safe Spaces

HarassMap in Egypt

Bijoya in Bangladesh

Resist Harassment in Lebanon

Ramallah Street Watch in Palestine

Name and Shame in Pakistan

Safe City India

Safe Streets in Yemen

Street Harassment in South Africa

Many of the Hollaback sites

Everyday Sexism

Street Harassment In the News, on the Blogs:

* FRA, “LGBT persons’ experiences of discrimination and hate crime in the EU and Croatia

* Left Standing Up, “Harassed at the Corner Store: the Men and the Milk

* HuffPost Live, “I was groped on the subway

* Ms. Blog, “The Next Step In Fighting Street Harassment? A Comic Book.”

* Gender Focus, “New Apps Tackle Dating Violence, Street Harassment”

* Care2, “Nearly 100% of Women in Egypt Face Sexual Harassment

* Slog, “It’s Spring! Who’s Ready for Street Harassment?

* Blisstree.com, “Would You Like Some Perversion With That? My Worst Street Harassment Experience Yet

* Ravere EduBlogs, “Street Harassment and Catcalling

Announcements:

New:

* SSH is hiring our first summer intern! Info.

* Read the report about the activities that took place for International Anti-Street Harassment Week 2013!

* If you live/work/place in Washington, D.C., take this survey for Collective Action for Safe Spaces.

* A new study of 93,000 LGBQT individuals in the European Union countries reveals that street harassment is a pervasive problem for them.

Reminders:

* If you’re in the Washington, DC-area, come to the five-year anniversary Stop Street Harassment Happy Hour on June 5, 5-9 p.m. Info.

* “Cat calls” aren’t benign. Words can lead to violence. Support the documentary that tells that story: http://kck.st/XUZPmq

20 Tweets from the Week:

1. @Dara_212 “Sometimes I forget that, by virtue of being a woman, my body is constantly up for appraisal by strangers” time to end #streetharassment.

2. @charitydash Nothing makes me prouder to be a woman than enduring street harassment on my way to work!

3. @msjoyluckclub old man on the street just leeringly said “konichiwa” to me as i walked past him to catch my train // #gross #stopSH #streetharassment

4. @SaraLang Hard to listen to the two women on this train talking about street harassment they’ve experienced this week – it’s just so pervasive.

5. @thetrudz @one_wyz_womn No point. I deal with street harassment and racial microaggressions ALL DAY. Why go home to “comedy” that’s all insults?

6. @MissBethMyer The next guy to give me street harassment will take the fall for all the ones who came before him. Hope it’ll be worth it, buddy.

7. @MiaLWS @EverydaySexism Today, while walking home some dude honked, whistled, & shouted “Imma dick you down and wife you up!” #StreetHarassment

8. @DreuxD @WrittenbyBene Street harassment pisses me off to no end… Like I should be happy to be told go smile. Fuck off.

9. @WrittenbyBene I don’t have time to go on a #StreetHarassment rant, but it’s real. And guys need to cut it out. Seriously.

10. @AquafarE @and1grad @Aftashok We live in the same society where parents panic when daughters grow breasts because of street harassment.

11. @brittanclaire I just had a dream in which my response to street harassment was to push off the ground and fly, soaring over the trees/interstates/haters.

12. @juneylynne @BestPatricEgan Of course. I’m making a list this summer of each incident of street harassment I encounter. I anticipate it to be lengthy.

13. @iasshole “Hey despite 100s of people in this thread telling me street harassment is real and bad I still think you should be flattered.” #headdesk

14. @tessaquarium I miss my home in SF but I do not miss the crazy amount of street harassment i get.

15. @MarieSwartz My first experiences being ‘perceived’ as a woman were all street harassment in high school

16. @KaylinSnailin Socialization is fucked up. I experienced #streetharassment twice in 2 minutes and -I- feel guilty because I was riding my bike in a dress.

17. @stitchesofspace going outside means an 80% chance of being made uncomfortable. fuck street harassment.

18. @SuzanEraslan I am so fucking sick of street harassment I could tear someone’s eyes out.

19. @etoilee8 Nothing like a little bit of #streetharassment to make me want to punch a grown man. Lemme ask you something. Has it ever worked?

20. @SaraLang  Yesterday while walking down U street, I averaged one incident of street harassment per block. #hollaback

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#EndSHWeek 2013 Report of Activities!

anti-street harassment week, Resources | on May, 18, 2013 | by | 0 Comments

Check out the report detailing the activities that took place during International Anti-Street Harassment Week 2013 in April! Thank you to everyone who spoke out and participated that week. You’re amazing!

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Half of LGBT Members of the EU Community Avoid Public Places Because of Harassment

LGBTQ, Resources | on May, 17, 2013 | by | 0 Comments

A new study by the European Union Agency for Fundamental Rights (FRA) sheds light on the levels of discrimination faced by LGBT members of the EU community, with important findings related to how this demographic experiences street harassment.

According to the FRA’s website, the results of the online survey of more than 93,000 LGBT individuals “provide valuable evidence of how LGBT persons in the EU and Croatia experience bias-motivated discrimination, violence and harassment in different areas of life, including employment, education, healthcare, housing and other services.”

A video on the FRA YouTube page illustrates that one-half of all respondents avoid public places, two-thirds avoid holding hands when in public, and four-fifths frequently overhear jokes being made at the expense of LGBT individuals.
In all countries, when asked “Where do you avoid being open about yourself as L, G, B or T for fear of being assaulted, threatened or harassed by others?” respondents reported the highest levels of fear in public spaces (restaurants, public transportation, streets, parking lots, parks, and other public premises) and lower (though still significant) levels at home, work, and school. Similarly, respondents overwhelmingly identified the “street, square, car parking lot / public place” when asked where their most recent incident of physical/sexual attack or threat of violence occurred.
The most serious incidences of harassment occur, in all countries, when there is more than one perpetrator, and these perpetrators tend to be male and often strangers to the harassed individuals (an indicator that many of these “most serious” incidences probably happen in public). A notable portion of this harassment (second only to ‘someone else you didn’t know’) was perpetrated by teenagers or groups of teenagers, a reminder that, while we tend to think of younger individuals as more accepting of non-normative identities, there is still a culture of intolerance that circulates globally.
This study underscores the importance of Stop Street Harassment’s and other organizations’ goal of educating the public about how critical this issue is to the lives of so many women and LGBT individuals (and women who identify as LGBT). While folks across all identity categories experience street harassment in unique ways, we are united in our goal of research, education, and mobilization so that surveys like these are no longer needed.

This is a guest post by Patrick McNeil. Patrick is finishing his master’s thesis at The George Washington University in Washington, D.C., where he is pursuing his Master’s in Women’s Studies. His work focuses on whether and how gay and bisexual men experience street harassment and how this form of harassment intersects with and diverges from the gender-based street harassment of women. Follow him on Twitter at @patrickryne.

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Colombia: Confronting Harassers

correspondents, street harassment | on May, 17, 2013 | by | 0 Comments

By: Adriana Pérez-Rodríguez, SSH Correspondent

When I talk to female friends about street harassment I can tell most of them feel something is wrong with it, they realise that we should not put up with such behaviour. Yet, when it comes to reacting and confronting harassers, many of them don’t know where to start from. That’s why I want to tell my personal experiences to hopefully help clarify any doubts. I believe that, although, conscientiously acknowledging the problem is highly important, it isn’t sufficient as we do also need to take action on the matter.

However, one thing I want to clarify first is that I do understand we all feel scared when confronting harassers. For that reason I do not advice that we should always confront them directly, sometimes collective action or other sorts of actions are much better. I advise we measure the risks and dangers we can get into, always considering our safety first, especially if we’re on our own.

One reason that’s always listed when rejecting the idea of confronting street harassers is the fear factor: we, in the end, don’t know how they will react, especially if we’re on our own. Nevertheless, it’s also important to realise that in some cases we’re not necessarily concerned about our safety per se, but more about the sole fact of speaking up. If we’re systematically brought up to believe women should not speak up, open resistance becomes quite a challenge, as we first have to overcome strong cultural barriers imposed upon us since our first stages of socialisation. If we’re brought up to believe we should cope with how we are treated, especially if those who are harming us are men, then it’s normal we sense fear at the thought of openly reacting. Speaking up, in the end, can be seen as an act of political resistance, but as we’re told we should always cope, this act can also be quite overwhelming at first thought. My personal experience has been marked by that, as it took me quite a while to overcome fear for both, my safety, and more importantly, for overcoming cultural barriers.

So, the first time I confronted my harasser, I was walking down a very lovely but quiet road. In fact, it was just me on that road when I heard something along the lines of “hey beautiful”. I tried not to pay attention and kept walking when I heard again something like “you’re so beautiful, what are you doing walking on your own?” In that moment something snapped in my head, I had enough. I was so angry at the fact I knew this guy was blatantly talking advantage that it was just him and I on that road that I couldn’t cope any longer, so I stood in front of him and with a sharp tone I said “what did you just say?!”. He didn’t know what to say, he looked so puzzled, almost embarrassed and that’s when I left.

I think that’s important, as many of us may think that in order to confront we need to give speeches on how they’re reproducing patriarchal ideas of women in public spaces. However, a sharp and affirmative answer will do most of the times. In fact, sometimes they will be willing to engage in conversations where you’ll be able to fully explain what’s wrong with it. That happened once when I was walking with a friend and an older man started verbally harassing us, I couldn’t take it so after I answered back and he looked puzzled (how typical!) my friend replied “you know? We don’t like it”. He then explained why he did it and after we explained what’s so wrong with it he apologised.

Finally, in some cases collective action can be a better answer because it has a bigger impact and it does keep us safe. My experience with collective action was this: there’s a construction site in front of my place, I was tired of putting up with the builders harassing me and every woman every time we walked passed it, but I knew that I could get into a lot of risk if I confronted them on my own. So I collected signatures from everyone in the building and sent a petition letter with all the signatures to the project engineer explaining him how uncomfortable people from this building were at the behaviour of the builders. Seems to be it has worked since harassment has pretty much disappeared. However, that will be an experience I’ll write properly about the next time.

One thing you’ll realise once you start confronting them is how good it feels after, not only you confronted a wrongdoer but also you’re overcoming, resisting and reacting against cultural barriers that dictate that we, for the sole fact of being women, should keep quiet. We’re putting a message across for everyone to see that we’re not conforming to patriarchal ideas of women as submissive. We’re saying “we’re here, we’ll stay here and we don’t need your approval.”

Adriana is a Colombian national who’s passionate about all topics concerning social justice, especially gender-based justice.

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Enfrentando a un acosador:

Cuando hablo con amigas sobre el acoso sexual callejero puedo darme cuenta que la mayoría de ellas sienten que sí hay algo malo con eso y se han dado cuenta que no deben aguantar ese comportamiento. Aun así, cuando se trata de reaccionar y afrontar los acosadores, muchas no saben por dónde empezar, por eso me gustaría comentar mis experiencias personales para lograr aclarar dudas con respecto a este tema. Yo creo que, aunque tomar conciencia del problema es de gran importancia, no es suficiente puesto que también debemos actuar.

Una cosa que primero me gustaría aclarar es entiendo que todas sintamos temor al enfrentar a acosadores, por lo que enfrentarlos directamente no sea necesariamente la mejor solución, a veces acciones colectivas tienen un mejor efecto. Por lo tanto, yo aconsejo ponderar los riesgos y peligros, considerando nuestra seguridad primero, en especial si estamos caminando solas.

Una razón que siempre es nombrada cuando se rechaza enfrentar a nuestro acosador es el miedo: al fin y al cabo no sabemos cómo va a reaccionar nuestro agresor, especialmente si estanos solas. Sin embargo, también es importante darse cuenta que en algunos casos no estamos preocupadas por nuestra seguridad como tal, sino por el hecho de hablar. Si somos criadas sistemáticamente para creer que las mujeres no debemos manifestar nuestra oposición, la resistencia se vuelve todo un desafío ya que primero debemos vencer barreras culturales que fueron impuestas sobre nosotras desde las primeras etapas de socialización. Si fuimos criadas con la creencia de que debemos aguantar la manera en que somos tratadas, más aún si los que nos hacen daño son los hombres, se vuelve normal sentir miedo a la idea de hacer pública nuestra resistencia; manifestar abiertamente nuestra oposición puede considerarse como un acto de resistencia política pero, como siempre nos enseñaron a aguantar, esta idea puede ser inicialmente arrolladora. Así, mi experiencia personal ha estado marcada por estos hechos ya que me ha tomado tiempo superar estos miedos, tanto por mi seguridad personal, como por vencer estas barreras culturales.

La primera vez que enfrenté a un acosador fue mientras estaba caminando por una vía muy linda pero sola, en realidad era solo yo cuando oí algo como “oye hermosa”. Traté de no prestarle atención y seguir caminando hasta que oí algo como “qué hermosa eres, ¿por qué estás caminando sola?”, en ese momento sentí que ya no pude aguantar, estaba tan molesta del hecho que sabía que él se estaba aprovechando de que estaba caminando en una vía sola que le dije tajantemente “¡¿Qué me acabó de decir?!”. Él no supo qué decirme, me estaba viendo con una cara de confundido, así que me fui.

Creo que entender eso es importante ya que muchas creemos que a la hora de enfrentar a nuestro acosador debemos dar todo un discurso de cómo están reproduciendo lógicas patriarcales de la mujer en el espacio público, pero muchas veces una respuesta tajante es la mejor solución. Es más, en ciertos casos se podrá entablar una conversación con el agresor en donde se le expliqué por qué está mal, como me pasó una vez que fuimos acosadas por un hombre más mayor mi amiga y yo. Después de responderle a su agresión y de que el agresor me viera con cara de confuso (¡qué típico!), mi amiga le dijo “¿Sabe? Eso no nos gusta”, él nos explicó por qué lo hizo y nosotras lo que está mal con ese comportamiento, por lo que él se disculpó.

Finalmente, en varios casos acciones colectivas pueden ser la mejor respuesta debido al mayor impacto que tiene y a que protege nuestra seguridad. Mi experiencia con acciones colectivas fue la siguiente: hay un edificio en construcción enfrente de mi casa y cada vez que yo u otras mujeres pasaban en frente, teníamos que aguantar el acoso verbal de los obreros, empero yo sabía que corría riesgos altos si me enfrentaba directamente con ellos. Por lo que recogí firmas de todas las personas que viven en mi edificio y firmamos una carta de petición que fue enviada al ingeniero residente de la obra explicándole lo incómodos e incómodas que nos sentíamos los y las habitantes de este edificio con el comportamiento de los obreros, y al parecer ha funcionado ya que el acoso de los obreros ha prácticamente desaparecido desde entonces. Sin embargo, esa será una experiencia que relataré con más profundidad en mi próximo artículo.

Una cosa que uno se da cuenta cuando empieza a enfrentar estos actos es lo bien que se siente después, no sólo confrontamos algo que está mal hecho sino que también empezamos a luchar y derrumbar barreras culturales que nos dictan que por el hecho de ser mujeres debemos mantenernos en silencio. Estamos transmitiendo el mensaje, para que todos y todas lo vean, de que no vamos a aguantar ideas patriarcales que nos definen como sumisas, estamos diciendo “aquí estamos y aquí nos quedamos, y no necesitamos su aprobación”.

Soy una colombiana apasionada por todos asuntos relacionados con la justicia social, especialmente justicia de género.

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“Business as usual…sadly.”

Stories, street harassment | on May, 17, 2013 | by | 0 Comments

I was leaving work and going to catch a bus home, when I walked through the park and some sketchy man pointed at me and said, “I want to talk to you!” I was talking to a friend on the phone at the time, and said to the man, “I don’t want to talk to you!”

He said, “Yes you do!” and I replied, “No!” The man and his friends start laughing. I turned around and said, “I don’t think this is funny. Leave me alone!” He went from thinking it was funny to yelling at me. “I wasn’t trying to talk to you anyway!” he said, trying to save face.

I got back on the phone with my friend and casually said, “Oh, it’s just some harasser who’s mad because I rejected him and didn’t reply in the way he wanted.”

Business as usual…sadly.

- Anonymous

Location: McPherson Square, Washington, D.C.

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“Street harassment is about power”

Stories, street harassment | on May, 16, 2013 | by | 0 Comments

Trigger Warning.

This story is cross-posted with permission from Left Standing Up. Her story illustrates a number of things, including: 1) the vile form street harassment can take, 2) the power dynamics often at play, 3) the devastating impact it can have on survivors, and 4) how there is no “best” or “right” way to deal with street harassers; standing up to them/ignoring them/yelling at them… each type of response works sometimes while other times it doesn’t. Whatever a person needs to do to be safe is the “right” response. We as a society need to do more to make sure these incidents don’t happen in the first place.

Ten minutes. I was hitting the ten minute mark of just standing in front of the freezers, seemingly debating whether to buy a quart or a gallon of milk. Or perhaps unsure of which kind I wanted. Skim or whole? Maybe 2%? I had a pensive look on my face.

It’s the look I get when I’m frozen inside. Generally from shock. Often from fear. Almost always after a harrowing experience that’s left me momentarily paralyzed.

My allergies had been just horrific, but I’d decided to brave the run across the street to the little bodega anyway because I’d been out of dishwasher soap and milk and coffee filters for three days. As I walked up the steps to the entrance, two men walked out. Because I’m a woman who’s been trained by society not to look strange men in the eye when its dark out and they look potentially threatening, I didn’t. But they stopped in the doorway and came up close to me, speaking far louder than was necessary. “Whoa mama, look at those tits.” “Daaaaamn. Naw like really dog, daaaaaaamn.” One started masturbating and pushed up close to my face as I stared at the ground, trying to navigate around them. He rubbed himself and licked his lips as he undressed me with his eyes and loudly proclaimed what he’d do to me.

“Guys, stop it.” I said in my tired, exasperated and slightly pissed off voice.

Hollaring back is something I’ve been doing lately, but only from afar. To those men who – in broad daylight – yell at me as I pass by on the sidewalk. From a fairly safe distance I might add. When others are around.

corner store at nightNever before have I fought back – even verbally – to men (plural) who’ve gotten up in my face and harassed me so loudly so late at night in utter isolation.

They were pissed. One pushed me into the doorframe as I tried to pass. Both started screaming at me – “You f—ing ugly a– b—-!!” “Who the f— you think you are?!” “You’ll take it and like it!!”

I got into the store as I heard them trample down the stairs, still yelling obscenities at me. Nonchalantly, I went straight for second aisle, grabbed the soap, and moved to the freezer section.

Where I froze up completely.

And where I now found myself with a slightly pensive, mostly blank expression on my face, just staring. It wasn’t that I couldn’t decide between a quart and a gallon, or whole or skim.  It was that I couldn’t remember what I was looking for. It was that I was paralyzed with fear. After a minute the thoughts flowed, and they only made me more petrified.

They had screamed awfully loudly at me. What if they were waiting for me outside? What if they jumped me from behind the stairs as I came down? I’m carrying my house keys and my wallet – my wallet with my ID, which clearly says I live exactly across the street. What if they simply walked up behind me with a knife or a gun and forced me to open my front door for them? What then?

I didn’t have my phone so I couldn’t call or text anyone. The store owner had gone to the back stock room and wasn’t someone I’d have sought help from anyway. Minutes ticked by and still I stood and stared at the fridge. What was I doing there? Why had I come to the store in the first place? How long should I stay?

More minutes passed. I started to sneeze again, and to sweat.  Finally I looked around and thought: I have to get home. I grabbed the wrong size and type of milk, sauntered to the front, paid for my purchases, and headed to the exit.

Crossing the street, my eyes were like daggers as I took in all the potential warning signs, jumping at every leaf that crackled behind me.

I quickly bolted both my gate and my front door. Sliding down to the floor, I slowly let the tears go.

Why had they had to say anything at all? Why had they had to block my way and masturbate in front of me? Why did they have to yell at me? Why did they have to make me feel so unsafe and so vulnerable and so scared?  Why?

The ironic thing is that I had just returned from a happy hour, celebrating women’s rights and choices and power and freedom with friends and allies. After which I’d given a friend a ride home. We chatted the whole way back about street harassment. About how our male friends – allies though they were – just didn’t understand. It wasn’t just about how often it happened. It was about how often we had to think about it, and how bad it was when it did happen.

Street harassment is about power. It’s about making women feel unsafe and unwelcome all the time. It’s an extension of rape culture that results in making women feel frozen in fear of the “what if.” That fear is what has chained us for so long, its iron grip piercing our skin and invading our minds and making us feel like we’re crazy as we stare and stare at the freezer, waiting for the waves of panic to pass.

An hour later, feeling calmer and more grounded, I look back and wonder why and how it was so bad. Because few such encounters are so bad when you look back on them instead of as you experience them. And now, with the very minor distance of time, I can’t help but wonder about so many women for whom home is not a safe haven. Who wouldn’t have had anywhere to go. Who didn’t have a sister to call immediately afterwards, or a front door to bolt and lock. For most women in the world, their home is the most unsafe place for them to be.

I’m very lucky. I know that. But I’m still angry. I’m still hurt. I admit it – I’m still even a little scared. I’ve looked out my window more than a few times in the last hour, because knowing you’re being irrationally paranoid about such a thing doesn’t actually prevent you from being that way.

Another 20 minutes later, and I realize I’ve forgotten the coffee filters.

But I’m not going back out again tonight.

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Art Campaign: Don’t Harass Me, Bro

Activist Interviews, Resources, street harassment | on May, 16, 2013 | by | 0 Comments

I recently discovered a new anti-street harassment campaign based in San Francisco, California, called Don’t Harass Me, Bro. They post stickers in cities to bring attention to street harassment. I reached out to co-founders Angel Quicksey and Erick Orantes and they shared more about what they’re doing:

Why and how the campaign started:

After experiencing street harassment first-hand many times, co-founder Angelica (Angel) Quicksey, decided to create this “sticker crusade” across the city to raise awareness about the abuse of street harassment. Coming up with the name “Don’t Harass me, Bro” she posted them all around the city, sometimes getting harassed on her way. While on a networking trip in Washington D.C,, co-founder Erick Orantes learned about the stickers and decided to take a campaign approach with the message.

Don’t Harass Me, Bro then created its Facebook page, Twitter account, and webpage and has continued to spread the word to end street harassment.

What they believe:

We believe that women should roam the streets freely, without the lingering burden and threat of harassment. We acknowledge that women are not objects to shout at on the streets and should not undergo inappropriate name calling, unwanted sexual innuendos, and/or crude bodily/fashion comments. We know that this type of harassment runs rampant in the daily lives of women. We seek to drastically reduce street harassment, particularly in urban areas through raising awareness about these issues. Our goal is to have “harassment free” streets where women are not faced with constant discomfort and sometimes physical trauma from these so called “compliments

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