“You can’t do that, man. That’s disrespectful.”

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Time:  Night (7:30pm-12am)
Location: George Ave NW & Quebec Pl NW

As my friends and I were walking back towards the party we were attending and two middle aged men were standing in the sidewalk taking up most of the space. I didn’t feel like making a deal out of it, so the three of us moved to walk behind one of the gentlemen between the wall and his backside.

As my friend ahead of me passed, he reached his hand around and grabbed her thigh and then reached to grab my other friend. We were in shock, moved quickly out of his grasp and all were disgusted and shakened.

The other man he was standing with looked at us, looked at his friend and immediately said “You can’t do that, man. That’s disrespectful. You can’t do that.”

The two started to argue with each other and my friends and I hurried off. I yelled “Yeah, Thank you!” to the friend but really didn’t want to stick around for the argument or get followed down the quiet residential street we had turned on. My friend was shaken, we were pissed and yet we had to walk back into a party like nothing happened.

I’m thankful for a bystander who said something, but I’m also disturbed that someone put a hand on my friend.

She’s undocumented and fears ever reporting harassment. I don’t blame her. It left us feeling violated, miserable and alone.

Submitted 11/10/16 by “Kate”

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“What is under the hood.”

I was walking down Kenyon Street just passed the intersection at Georgia Avenue on the way to a friends going away party when an older man (my guess would be somewhere around 60 years old) sitting on a short retaining wall commented on my “beautiful” skirt as I was walking toward him. Between his apparent age and the fact that I was wearing a brightly colored, floral-printed skirt I at first took it as a compliment and said, “Thank You,” as I continued walking. He proceeded to say that “It doesn’t matter what’s on the outside but what is under the hood…” followed by some other comments as I walked out of earshot from him.

I immediately regretted walking to the friend’s house instead of driving and as soon as I arrived shared my disgust with my best friend – who said that she had been street harassed the previous night 3 times!

Submitted by anonymous on 8/14/2011

LocationKenyon St and Georgia Ave NW

Time of harassment: Day Time (9:30A-3:30P)

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“What did I drop?”

This isn’t close to the most offensive thing I’ve heard in the street in this neighborhood, but I was still plenty pissed. I was walking home from a friend’s (a note: I was wearing a lumpy brown sweater covering a shirt in which I was storing my wallet and such in the pockets–I actually looked like a sack of potatoes) and a guy in the passenger side of a delivery truck outside the liquor store yelled, “excuse me miss!” I turned around, and he said, “you dropped something.” I had three items in my pockets, which I checked to make sure were still there. They were. “What did I drop?” I yelled from a distance of about ten feet. He pointed on the ground right next to the door of the truck.

“It’s right here.”
“Where?”
“Right here.”
“What does it look like?”
“It’s right where I’m pointing.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t see anything.”
It was a short curb, and I could see perfectly well there was nothing where he was pointing. I was not raised in a barn–I’ve seen that trick before, and I have no intention of falling for it. I’m definitely not going to get any closer to YOU, buddy. I kept the distance between us and stared at him in the face for about fifteen seconds, not saying anything. He said, “I’m sorry, I thought you dropped something.” I held my look for about ten more seconds, said “okay,” and walked away. I don’t think there was anything more I could have done, as I didn’t want a screaming match with a truck driver on my corner, but, still- come one.

The worst part? The driver of the truck was clearly embarrassed at the passenger’s behavior, but instead of saying anything to his friend, or apologizing to me, he just held his head in his hand and looked out the window.

Submitted  by anonymous on 12/6/2010

Location: Hobart & Sherman NW

Time of Harassment: Night (7:30P-12A)

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How do you deal with teenage harassers?

Last week I went to my boyfriend’s apartment to meet up with him and some other people for a concert. When I arrived at his apartment about 20 minutes prior I walked past a group of teenage (probably 14 or so) kids hanging out in their school clothes. While they were noisy and joking around I didn’t pay any attention to them because they just seemed to be acting like kids who were excited to be done with school for the day.

When I walked out with everyone there were more kids across the street. Again, I didn’t pay them any mind. However, one kid started screaming “Tall glass of milk!” over and over and over again. Being that I was only one of two girls in our group and the tallest (by far) of everyone I figured this was probably directed at me. But I don’t tolerate any kind of street harassment, whether it be from a man or a boy. Normally if it’s a man in a small group or by himself and I feel safe I will address the harassment. However, I was assaulted by a group of kids two years ago and, after having lived in this city for almost five years and witnessing some really jaw-dropping stuff, have come to fear groups of kids/teenagers in this city. So, I chose to ignore the harasser. Seeing that I wasn’t going to pay attention to him he started yelling his chant louder and then began interjecting “white bitch” between his calls of “tall glass of milk.” Getting to the car felt like the longest walk I have ever taken. It shook me up, made me feel crappy and almost ended up ruining a night I’d been looking forward to for months. What was worse is that the people I was with thought the “tall glass of milk” comment was funny and didn’t even address the “white bitch” part.

Since school is now in session and I’ll probably be running into this group again, does anyone have any advice for how to deal with a group of teenage harassers?

Submitted by K on 10/4/2010

Location: Lamont St. & Georgia Ave. NW

Time of Harassment: Evening Rush Hour (3:30P-7:30P)

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Georgia Ave

After reading a submission to your site last week about a woman getting harassed multiple times on Georgia Avenue, I had to steel myself for what was to come when I had to head out that way today for a hair appointment.

Since I was over a half hour early, I decided to try to find a place to get a bottle of water because it was hot. As I walked up Girard to Georgia, two men across the street did the “how ya doin’?” greeting to me and I said “fine.” They ask if I wanted a flyer and I decline saying “No thanks.”

“Have a nice day,” they say. I return the greeting. Seems normal, right? I continue up Georgia.

Unable to find a small store that wasn’t Starbucks or McDonald’s, I started heading back towards the salon since my appointment time was coming close.

A guy hanging out in front of a barber shop spits on the ground, then says “How ya doin’?” Gross.

An older man tells me to “Give me a little smile,” and I continue on like I hadn’t heard him.

Then I come across the two men with the flyers again. “You sure you don’t want one?” they ask. “No thank you,” I said again. “Have a nice day.”

Then get this…the one guy tells me to “stop being so tough on life. Ain’t everyone out to get ya.” Who to the what now?! We had an interaction that lasted how long and he’s judging me by that minute interaction?! Unheard of. They go on and on and I once again act like I hadn’t heard anything.

Granted, compared to what the other contributor went through all this is benign, but one incident was definitely in aggressive harassment territory.

As I left my appointment and headed west on Girard, I saw three teenage boys sitting on a porch just giving me the evil eye. All this hatred was just piercing right through them and onto me for no reason. At the time I was on the phone with a relative, and I said “These boys look like trouble.” My relative thought I was making a mountain out of a molehill but when you’re constantly dealing with men and boys on the street who are up to no good, you’re always on guard.

I was safely past them but turned around to see what they were up to. The ringleader, a kid in a red shirt with the Batman logo on it, stood up, still looking at me, started laughing like a lunatic then pounded on his chest and screamed. His boys laughed. I have no clue what incited him to do that other than my being a solo female walking down the street, but I acted like I was too into my phone call to give him a reaction. I didn’t know what he and his friends could’ve or would’ve done, and I didn’t want to find out.

I’m sure people are going to tell me that I’m overreacting, that those men just wanted to start a conversation with me (mean-mugging then screaming and pounding your chest is starting a conversation?!), but I know what makes me uncomfortable and those men and boys made me uncomfortable. I’d like to be able to walk down the street without worrying what every Tom, Dick and Harry I pass is going to do or say to me.

Submitted by Anonymous on 6/1/2010

Location: Girard Street & Georgia Avenue

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