Harassed THREE TIMES in 10 minutes: “I constantly feel threatened & disrespected & scared.”

Location: Georgia Ave, Silver Spring, Wheaton
Time: Evening Rush Hour (3:30pm-7:30pm)

I was walking down Georgia Avenue and and man asked me “where is your boyfriend?” and I said “I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m a Lesbian” and he told me that I “just need some good dick”. He tried to continue to talk to me and remark about my sexuality and when i just kept walking he shouted “YOUR (sic) RUDE”.

A couple blocks later a group of 4 men outside a 7-11 in unison started hollering and shouting at me all together at the same time. I flicked them off (b/c I was still pissed about the first guy) and they shouted even louder at me. Then, I was crossing the street onto Sligo ave and there was no one else around except for this one man who was looking at me and singing “watch out for the white girl, watch out for the white girl”.

This all happened with in 10 minutes! I was wearing bootcut jeans and a sweatshirt!

SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME! I constantly feel threatened and disrespected and scared. I have started to carry a concealed weapon that are illegal in the DMV, but I don’t care b/c it gives me a sense of security. I once almost ran over a man with my car b/c he had followed my from my office to my car and tried to get in the car with me, this was literally directly above the wheaton metro.

Submitted on 1/30/13 by “Jossie D.”

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Whatever Happened To “To Protect And Serve”

I was walking home from the Glenmont metro station the other day. I just submitted another post about something else that happened when I walked home from the metro, so clearly this is something I need to avoid. How messed up is it when you can’t even walk home anymore?

This was during the afternoon, broad daylight. I was wearing a T-shirt dress. It was very hot outside. A police car was driving down the street at the same time I was about to cross. He yielded to me (which I guess drivers are technically supposed to do, but I despise it because it gives drivers a long chance to check you out). Then he drove forward a little, pulled over, and rolled his window down.

He was a police officer, so I felt like I had to talk to him. He’d been driving slowly and I thought maybe something had happened in the neighborhood he wanted to either ask or warn me about. So I approached his car.

“I just wanted to tell you that you’re absolutely gorgeous. Is it ok for me to tell you that?”

I smiled awkwardly and waited, honestly still thinking he wanted to talk to me about some neighborhood police issue. He kept going on about how gorgeous I was. He bragged about how he was on his way to the gym. He asked where I lived, and I gestured vaguely and said, “Over there,” unsure if he was going to make me show him my house. He kept asking me questions, how old I was, who I live with, what my profession is, and I answered reluctantly, trying to figure out if this was sketch or not. As always my instincts were right; I don’t know why I didn’t cut the conversation off earlier. He found out I speak Spanish and made me say a few sentences as though I was on display just for him. He kept pressing me to give him my number and I said no several times but he kept pressing. Finally I figured out that I needed to get away and I hurried off; he didn’t drive away until I was gone, enjoying the view of my ass I suppose.

He was polite and his comments were much more respectful than your garden-variety street harasser. But I think he knew he was making me uncomfortable, and he deliberately used his power and position as a police officer to ensnare me. He was able to get much more information from me than I’d give to any other stranger simply because he was in a squad car. He didn’t technically do anything wrong, and I did appreciate the compliment because it seemed sincere, but I was disgusted with the way he used his power to get to me. He made me feel much less safe in my neighborhood. Not only because his gaze and power unnerved me, but because I’m scared now if I report other incidents this cop will take the side of my harasser.

I’ve seen reports of firefighters on this site, but has anyone else had issues with DC or MoCo police?

Submitted by Anonymous on 6/25/2010

Location: Glenallan Avenue and Randolph Road

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“I Won’t Be Walking Home Anymore”

Photo by IntangibleArts via Flickr

I was walking home from the Metro after working late. It had just turned dark, so it was a little after nine or so, but the street I was walking on was very poorly lit so it seemed particularly dark. I was walking on the street, not the sidewalk, through the apartment complex next to mine when I saw a man walking towards me. I moved over several feet to put space between us and kept going. A minute later I heard a shuffling sound behind me: the man had turned around to follow me. I sped up. He kept following me. He kept the space between us consistent, never got closer to me than thirty feet or so, but he kept his eyes trained on me and his walk purposeful. I tried to speed up without running and kept looking behind me so he would know I knew he was there. I didn’t know if that was the right thing to do. He followed me for several minutes. Read More