Harassed on the Red Line

Location: Judiciary Square, train headed towards Glenmont
Time: Evening Rush Hour (3:30pm-7:30pm)

I boarded a red line train at 4:45 at Judiciary Square bound for Metro Center. I entered the center doors and made my way to the opposite set of doors to stand for the duration of my trip. There was a young male about 5ft 7in (I am 5’3in), around the ages of 25-30, broad build, wearing an olive colored button down shirt and dark khakis,and light facial hair, sitting on the seats reserved for the disabled and elderly, closest to the doors I entered. I noticed that he was staring at me as I walked by, but I ignored him, opting to pretend to be occupied with my phone. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was still staring at me and then as if steeling himself, and suddenly he had a look of “Okay, let’s do this” on his face and then he sauntered over to where I was standing, trapping me in the corner of where I was standing in the vestibule. He got really close and was like “Hi! I am Keith,”

Normally I do not interact with people on the trains, but he caught me off guard, and since this is the metro closest to my job, and because we have so many contractors on my site, I thought against my better judgement, that he might have been someone from my business. I gave him a fake name, just to test him, but then he stuck out his hand and complimented me on my outfit. Again, despite my better judgement, and out of ingrained politeness, I took his hand and shook it. But when I went to withdraw my hand, he grabbed it back and kept holding my hand. I looked at him as if this was some sort of joke, and was like, “Um, okay…” and tried to pull my hand away. But he still held on, and when I tried again, he turned outwards to face the center of the car, pretending to look like he was oblivious to my discomfort and he was smiling; which made me feel even more uncomfortable because it now looked like, at least in his special world that we were now a couple. The train was stopped between Judiciary Square and Chinatown at this point, and I was extremely frightened, because the nonchalant expression he had. I kept tugging and he kept ignoring me.

The train pretty much empty, a few people at the other ends of the train and of course no one else in my immediate vicinity for me to seek assistance from. I was now really frightened of him, because he was acting so un-phased (sic) about holding on to a stranger’s hand, made be (sic) begin to suspect that either a) he just didn’t give a damn b)he was mentally ill, which was my reasons for not initially jerking away- I was too afraid that a sudden reaction would cause him to go off the handle and possibly attack me. As we got closer to to Chinatown, I redoubled my efforts. Finally I pulled away again, and he looked at me, seeming angry and was like “What’s wrong? What’s wrong with you?” At that point I put our hands at his eye-level and I made a show of now forcefully extracting my hand from his, and said firmly “I don’t mind saying hello, but I don’t know you. Stop touching me!” Our hands dropped, I gave him a dirty look (again I did not want to cause a scene, because if he was mentally ill, I did not want him to go crazy) and went back to my phone, praying that he would just get off at Chinatown.

At this point we were pulling into Chinatown, and he was glaring at me. I did not move because I did not want him to follow me or sit next to me on the train. He then turned facing the doors I had my back to as if to exit, not realizing that the opposite side train doors were the ones to open. This of course unnerved me further because I thought that perhaps had the doors we were standing in front of opened, maybe he would have attempted to drag me off the train or grab my purse. When he realised that the doors were not going to open, he gave me another angry stare and then slunk off the train car out the rear exit (which was strange because, he could have just walked straight across and out the doors opposite where we stood. I had a feeling that he was only switching train cars. And I confirmed this when I reached Metro Center. I exited the train towards the front, amidst a group of people and stood behind the Metro Center platform escalators. Sure enough, I could see him wandering up and down the aisle of the train car that had been the one directly behind the one where the incident occurred.

I then tweeted to WMATA and UnSuck DC metro to alert people of this weirdo. This incident maybe happened over a total of 3 minutes but it was the longest and most uncomfortable 3 minutes of my life! I jumped in the shower and washed my hands under scalding water – GROSS!!

Submitted on 7/11/12 by “RTD”

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Assaulted on the Red Line

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After swinging from the overhead bars (front to back of the car on the redline), guy cornered me in a seat behind partition glass. As I tried to leave the seat, he physically blocked me and pushed me back into the seat. After punching, kicking, and cursing at him, he finally let me out of the seat. As I stood at the door, he whispered “dirty, filthy whore” in my ear until the doors opened and I got off the train at Silver Spring. I reported the incident to the officer at Silver Spring the station and he ran upstairs to try to catch the train, but of course, it’d taken off. I should have pressed the emergency button on the train (or someone else who was witnessing this should have), but I didn’t think of that until later.

Submitted by anonymous

Location: Redline train (between Rhode Island and SS stations)

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

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Trouble on the Train

Of course, like most of you, I have a million things to say to the assholes that harass–but only much, much later than the time when it matters.

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Tonight I took the Metro to Adams Morgan to meet some friends. I sat in the seats on the farthest side of the train, facing all the other passengers. An old man with a cane walked around asking all the other passengers for a dollar. When he got to me, I told him I didn’t have anything.

He stayed standing right by me, his body facing toward me, and I could feel that nagging intuition that he was staring at me. So I looked at him. He was looking right at my chest (which was, I thought, pretty unremarkable, under a t-shirt that grants me full coverage).

I stared at him right in the face, as if to challenge him and let him know that I knew what he was doing. He looked me up and down some more, looked me in the face, and licked his lips. I got up, looked at him, and took another seat amidst a lot of happy Metro riders on their way out to party. I seethed the whole time, thinking of all the things I should have done. I wish I had said something–anything–but this shit always happens when you least expect it.

Submitted by Ariana

Location: On the Metro (red line)

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

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“Please behave!”

This event happened over two months ago, but I wanted to share because I think it’s important to show how these types of events can turn out a little better than you think sometimes.

I was on the red line travelling towards downtown. There were two boys of about 13-15 years old sitting across the aisle from me, talking about some girls in a very rude way. One was talking about raping this girl they were talking about, and other objectifying and gross comments. At one point, an elderly man sitting near them got up and moved. Others on the metro did nothing. After the elderly man moved, I thought, “this is enough.” I approached the two boys and asked them to behave since they were in a public place. They tried to play dumb, but I pointed out that others were moving to get away from them and that they should act appropriately in public. They got quiet, and hopefully were embarrassed. Then, one or two stops later, I heard one mutter, “let’s get out of here” and they moved to another car.

I felt proud that at least for that one moment, I was able to influence their behavior.

Submitted by VLM

Location: On the metro (red line)

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

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“Sexual Healing”

A man explained to my friends that the only reason I had my nails painted was because I wanted to get some “sexual healing.” He went on and on about how any woman who does anything to make herself look like she isn’t a troll, or any women who naturally doesn’t look like a troll is that way because she wants to have sex, even if she says she doesn’t.

I couldn’t even get in a word to tell him he was being a jerk or a rape apologist or offensive or that my mom bought me a manicure for my birthday etc etc. It continued until we got off the metro.

Submitted by AP on 8/18/2010

Location: Red Line

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

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