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My friend and I were taking the southbound red line on a Monday night at around 8pm. We were sitting on the end of the last car, and although there were passengers onboard they were all toward the other end of the car. This man came toward our end of the car and started acting oddly. He opened and closed the emergency door between our car and the next one and paced around erratically. He then walked toward the entrance to the car, leaned against the plastic divider so he was facing me and my friend, and started masturbating. I started taking pictures of him as soon as I noticed. I’m positive that he saw me taking pictures because he was staring right at us the entire time and my camera was making clicking noises, but he don’t stop until he finished. He then walked through the emergency exit into the next car. It was vile. I wish the CTA had a hotline for these things. I tried calling their 1-888 number but the CTA office closes at 7:00.
I was just minding my own business in my local Wal-Mart when a man much older than me walked up. I’m only 15 was 14 at the time, he had to be in his late 20′s. He asked me if he could ask me a question. Me being local I assumed that he was from out of town and needed to know where the toilet paper was or something. My mom was off buying stuff so I was by myself. Instead he asked me for my phone number luckly I never use my cell phone, and I don’t know the number. So I said no and ran off. Later on I told my mom, she wanted to go back and talk to him. Instead we found an employee and told her about him asking for underage girls phone numbers. When we checked out I looked at the other cash registers I saw him checking out and he saw me. He smirked I turned back and told my mom who soon looked back at him. Who was currently paying and not noticing my mom. She wanted to say something, I know now that I should have let her say something and embarrass him. I go there at least once a week. It proves that I’m not scared of running into that freak again. I hope I do so my family can give him a piece of their mind. Don’t let creeps get the best of you.
I took a quick trip to buy some groceries at Jewel-Osco on Sunday morning. In the baking aisle, a man approached me in a way that was uncomfortable to me and started talking to me. When I requested that he not speak to me, he immediately began calling me “a bitch” and “a cunt”. I tried to walk away, but he found me at the end of another aisle and called me bitch and cunt several more times.
When I spoke to customer service, they called for a security officer. Together, the officer and I went to find the man, at which point the officer asked the man not to behave like that in a grocery store. After a brief conversation in which the man said it was his first amendment right to call me a bitch and a cunt, he agreed to drop it and said “Have a good day, honey” while making rude hand gestures. He was not kicked out of the store, his identification was never photocopied, and in fact, the officer never verified his name.
It wasn’t very crowded, so I don’t know if other customers saw. No one helped me out.
I had won an award for a poem I had written and was asked to go to the Holocaust museum to accept my award. I got their a little early and decided to walk around for a bit before proceeding the awards room. The exhibit is spaced out sort of like one long hallway and about halfway through I noticed an older man who would go to whatever I was looking at and stand next to me. I started lingering longer and he continued to follow me. I started walking backwards through the exhibit to avoid him, and he followed me as I backtracked. Just for reference, I dress and present very masculine, I walked away quicker and then felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, you’re very pretty, you aren’t a tranny, are you?” I didn’t respond, and tried to walk away. He spun me around and said “Naw, you’re a girl, you’ve got tits.” he then poked my boob. I said “excuse me” and ran back through the exhibit to my dad.
A man in my neighborhood has followed me two or three times. The first time he said he wanted dollar bills in exchange for quarters – but he didn’t have any quarters. I think I gave him a dollar anyway. The second and third times he tried to talk to me as I was walking. Today, he asked for a hug “as friends.” I told him no, I don’t know him. He tried to put his arm around me, but I was walking away so he didn’t actually touch me. On my walk home, I encountered a police officer and asked him what I should do, and was my “follower” committing any crimes. Unfortunately, because he didn’t actually touch me, he has not committed a crime. I feel so powerless and unsafe. I want him to stop talking to me and to stop following me. I am afraid that one of these days he’s going to follow me home. I wish I could get a photo of him, but I’m afraid that would just draw his attention and send the wrong message.
So I’m walking to Jewel Osco, minding my own business when a man riding a bicycle on the sidewalk swerves towards me and says “what’s up pretty lady?” while off putting I’m used to that kind of thing so I keep walking. On my way home I come to the intersection of wilson and sheridan again (where I first saw him) and he’s still there. I make sure I get a good look at him (unfortunately I’m bad with faces so all I have is that he’s skinny and has either dreads or braids that are about chin length, he was wearing a red shirt, a red hat, and riding a red bicycle). As the light changes and we cross the street I make sure he stays in front of me. but then he stops to talk to his friends. not thirty seconds after I pass the group he’s back at my side “how’s it going pretty lady?” I keep walking. “you look like someone made you real mad? did someone hit you” at this I make the mistake of shaking my head no but i keep looking forward and walking. “Oh because i’d beat them up for you” we reach the corner “do you live around here?” I shake my head no again. I don’t know why. Probably because I lived very close by and I didn’t want him to know. I go to turn the corner and he makes like he’s going straight. I sigh with relief. Then he circles back and continues following me. He catches up with me and says “aw are you tired of black boys bothering you?” to which I want to say “No. I’m tired of anyone on the street making comment about my physical appearance particularly you.” I’m getting pretty close to my building now and I don’t want him to know where I live so I finally say “please stop following me”. to which he responds “I wasn’t following you I was just riding around my neighborhood”……but he did turn around and go away.
I work Saturday evenings. I have seen this man more times than I can count at this point, once or twice a month for over a year. I know his M.O. and can usually tell whether he is going to find ideal “conditions” in the train car he boards. He carries a bag with him that’s stuffed with other bags. If the train car has just enough people, crowded but not too crowded, where he can put his bag on the floor to use as a seat, he will sit on it and commence to masturbate. I have seen him only on Saturdays so far, and always after 1am when I’m on my way home. He rides the trains for hours, north and south, transferring at the platforms where it’s easy to do. He’s looking for just the right train car. I finally got a picture of him last night, and a friend suggested I post it here.
This morning I was walking down Addison around 11:30. Within the space of three blocks, I was verbally harassed by men in two separate cars, and given some uncomfortable looks by a group of men sitting by the sidewalk working on a porch. Then I crossed a side street and another group of men in a truck were stopped to let me walk past, and one said “Sexy!” That’s when I’d had enough–I turned around and said “REALLY!? You think I want you to tell me I’m sexy? I DON’T!” At first he apologized but then they all started laughing and became really defensive saying “What, we can’t say you’re pretty?” And I said, “You didn’t say pretty, you said sexy and actually, it’s street harassment and all I wanna do is walk down this street and mind my own business and not be cat-called at by men in groups!” I kept walking and didn’t look back.
I’m guessing by their appearances and obvious lack of manners that maybe the only way they can get attention from women is being obnoxious.