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As I navigated around piles of vomit this St. Patrick’s day, I found a side street for a bit of peace. Waiting for my friend, a witnessed a young man urinate on the side of a neighboring building. As he was urinating, he turned around showing me his genitals and winking at me. Both disgusting and scary.
I was on my way home after a long day of classes and volunteering. For context sake, it was two days before Valentine’s day. As I was walking toward the staircase at the 51st Green Line stop from the train, the male train conductor (a stranger) leaned out his window and asked me, “Are we still on for Valentine’s day?” To which I replied, “Pardon?” as if I had not heard him. He then repeated the question about a date on Valentine’s day. I glared at him and replied “nice try” while finally going down the stairs into the station. The conductor did not start moving the train again until I was out of site, meaning he was watching me walk away. It left me feeling very icky inside.
I was traveling with my roommate to meet up with friends one night and we were waiting on the EL platform waiting for our train to come. While we were standing there waiting, a train traveling on the other side of the tracks came into the stop (Madison/Wabash). Directly across from where I was standing I could see two men in the train car. One looked at me, got his friend’s attention and pointed to me. They both started pointing, smiling, giving me the thumbs up, and saying words that I could not hear. One of the men then started to twirl his finger as if asking me to turn around (I’m assuming so they could look at my butt), while also saying something that (based on lip reading) looked to be the same. I tried to look away and ignore them but it was difficult. They kept asking me to spin for them and I shook my head no repeatedly, with an incredibly pissed off face on. They continued to ask me to spin and once I saw that their train doors were closed and the train was about to leave, I flipped them off. As their train took off, they made sad faces at me because I had not done what they wanted.
I was waiting for the blue line train at California when a man at least twice my age in a Cubs jacket grabbed my hands and pulled me in for a kiss. I was able to push him away and he made a weird dismissive noise before walking off.
I am at NIU, and this creep kept calling me ‘babe’ and ‘hon’. Nowhere on my birth certificate does it say those titles, and he is not my friend, nor is he my significant other. I don’t know him, but it was at Neptune hall. I holla back at that creep! My name is EMMA, not ‘babe’, nor ‘hon’.
Two men stopped their car on the street and watched me walk to my home for almost two minutes.
One man stopped his car on the street and another man opened the passenger door, put his foot on the ground and began approaching me while yelling to me. I entered my house and locked the door. They drove away.
let me be the one to say Humboldt park is known for a lot of street harrasment… more then I know. My friend had her hair pulled while walking home and was almost kidnapped at the age of 14. (its a Humboldt park news story also). As for me (not a news story) I was walking with a friend of mine to a local store and right when we turned the corner I have never been so scared in my life… a man began to follow us and chased us down for a bit calling at us. We were so scared we ran by a group of local bikers (those really buff looking people) and asked them for help. Of course they were generous enough to escort us safely home (we have known the bikers of course). I am currently only 15 years old and was when it happened… My street harassment began at an early age I believe I was only 9-10 years old. Men have literally followed me at times and some have called me names for not responding. A man stood near me asking for my name and wouldn’t leave me alone. Not even young girls are safe despite men seeing the age differences and I am positive it will not stop until something is done. I hate going outside and have anxiety attacks even standing near men outside. I just don’t feel safe at all. When will something be done to stop this issue? When things begin to further escalate and problems begin to worsen?
A story of my own was some years ago, when I was 19 and walking down the block to catch a bus, as I was walking with my headphones on and an umbrella in hand since it was pouring, I quickly approached this older man who was walking the opposite way of me. As we fastly approached one another I saw his mouth moving and his eyes give me the once over; I couldn’t make out what he said because of my music, but his intentions were clear the moment he passed and a hand firmly grabbed my butt! I quickly spun around and snatched my headphones from my ears and shouted “You ever touch me again I’ll kill you [expletive]”!! (I was very willing to fulfill my threat as I commonly carried a 4 inch knife with me whenever I traveled alone)
Thankfully he did not challenge me or meet me with a threat of how own.
I waited for him to turn and keep walking before I turned around myself and kept looking back to make sure he wasn’t following before I made it to my bus stop safely.
Since the age of 14 (I’m now 26) I have been verbally harassed by many sad and pathetic men….plenty saying the lines “you’re beautiful.. Smile”! Or “God bless you girl”…..although the words seem harmless and sweet even to many, its always accompanied with lustful stares and gazes…. The “looking up and down” once over and staring at my back side as I past…. The sucking of teeth, the “M-M-M”! sounds and the all to familiar “Bitch”! Thrown so quickly after I pass by without a single acknowledgement of their “compliments”
Sometimes I might say a grungeful “thank you”….reluctantly…. Because if I say a responsive word…. That opens the door for an unwanted conversation, or asking my of number. Its sad that these “boys” perceive a compliment should render the giving of a number in return…. As if we owe them a favor!! Its disgusting and humiliating. I’ve come to realize that these “boys” travel in packs as well…and many of them play games… Seeing who can get the most numbers and so forth…. It is unbelievable the amount of respect these guys lack!
Since giving birth to my twins, it is my duty that WILL be fulfilled, to teach my son the respect he WILL present to the female race and to my daughter…respect herself and to by NO means allow any man or person, disrespect you in any way, shape or form!
Thank you so much to the creators of HollaBack Chicago and for bringing such amazing awareness too this situation that has been around for years. If you all need a team member and would like for me and others to spread the word further, you may email me ☺