Farragut Square Harassment

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I’m walking through Farragut Square right in front of the Farragut West Metro Station. There is a group of four women walking in front of me. A guy handing our newspapers walks up to them and tries to hand one of the a paper.  He says, “you are too cute not to take this paper.” The women say they are not interested but the guy persists and keeps saying, “come on take a paper. you are so cute.”  Finally one of the women puts her hand back to push him away. He still attempts to give them a paper one more time before walking away.

Submitted by Anonymous

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“Hey baby”

I was walking back to work from Union Station when I pass a guy wearing huge headphones. He goes “Hey baby, how’d you get that cute ass? How’d your ass get so cute?” bursting my happy little bubble of just talking on the phone with an old friend while having a good coffee. I say back “please don’t harass people you don’t know.” He gets a block past me, yells “shut the fuck up!” and goes on his merry way. I wish people I didn’t know would not invade my personal space (whether it be physical OR my mental personal space) and then get mad when I don’t love the attention.

Seriously, it gets on my nerves. And kind of scares me because he got so angry so close to my stomping grounds.

Location: 4th and D NE

Submitted by An Annoyed Lady

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Drive by Harassers

It’s Saturday morning around 11am. I am walking home from a friends house on 13th street heading towards U Street. Two men in a black van drive by me. As they do, they honk and start whistling and yelling out the window, “Hey blondie. Looking good. Can we have your number?”  Seriously? I can’t even enjoy a walk home on a beautiful Saturday morning without having to deal with this crap?

Location: 13th and Euclid

Submitted by SL

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A Victory Against Street Harassment

At HBDC, we don’t just want to highlight the horrible incidences of gender based sexual harassment that are happening daily in DC. We think it is equally important to show how individuals are holding harassers accountable for their actions. In order to change the culture of gender based sexual harassment that we live in, we need to ban together as community, and take back our right to feel  safe  in public spaces and to live in a world free of gender based sexual harassment!

We give a HUGE HIGH FIVE to one of our loyal HBDC for her success.  We also want to thank any business that refuses to put up with sexual harassment. So THANK YOU, Hill’s Chimney Service!

Her Story

A large black utility van turns a corner, and its passengers yell “Howya doin’, Darlin’?” at me. I don’t respond, and the men cackle like the hyenas from “The Lion King.” Ugh!

I got the company’s name — Hill’s Chimney Service. The van drives so fast that I’m worried I’m not going to be able to snag its license plate number.

The van gets stuck at a light, and I’m praying in my head that I catch up to it before the light changes. The light changed and I was worried I’d lose them. Someone must’ve been looking out for me, because they don’t make it this cycle and get stuck again. I pull out my Post-It pad, and I fumble for a pen. Luckily I still had the Jeopardy pen I’d received as a consolation gift for not being able to audition (another story, another day) and write down the license plate number: MD 51N 005. Yes!

I continue on, and these fools have the audacity to still try to catcall at me. The one in the passenger seat (always the one on the passenger side, damn scrub) has this shit-eating grin and is giggling, but when I said “You sexually harassed me, so I took down your license plate number and will report you,” that grin turned into a frown and he immediately rolled up his window. I could still hear some giggling, but I repeated, “You will be reported.” More on this later.

When I arrived at work, one of the first things I did was call Hill’s Chimney Service to report their catcalling employees. A kindly receptionist answered the phone, and when I told her what the call was about, she replied with “Oh my goodness!” She left a message for Mike, the supervisor.

About 40-something minutes later, Mike calls back. I relay the story to him and he was upset.

“My company does not condone this!” he said. “I am a family man, I love my wife, I would never do that to a woman, and I truly apologize for this behavior. That behavior does not represent Hill’s Chimney Service as a whole.”

When I gave the license plate number, he gave me the names of the culprits: “Richard and Tyrone.”

He told me that he will reprimand them as soon as he sees them, and hopes that I never see them again.

“If you do see them again and they do that again, please call me,” Mike said.

“Will do,” I said.

So a small victory against street harassment is mine, but it doesn’t tackle the bigger war against it.

Submitted by anonymous

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