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Everyday armor.

Look straight ahead. Looking down seems weak. But looking up makes you seem like a tourist. Look straight ahead. Ignore the periphery. Don’t make eye contact, but don’t go out of your way to avoid it, either. Walk quickly and with purpose. If the catcalls come, just keep walking. Don’t show any sign of having heard. And do not smile, under any circumstances.

I’m 11 years old and walking up the street, heading home after school. A man’s voice calls out: “Pssst. Hey baby, hey girl.” I just keep walking, and now he’s walking too, gaining speed behind me.

“Oh, you’re just a young thing. But you got a big girl’s body. Where’s your daddy? I’ll be your daddy…”

I keep walking until I’m almost running and I’m afraid in a strange way because he’s not exactly chasing me, but he’s following me and still talking at me. I walk fast and never look back until I am home.

I’m 17 years old and a freshman at NYU. By this point my turbulent childhood means that I’ve lived in multiple spots in Harlem (where I was born), and also in nearby suburbs of Long Island, in areas of varying ethnic and socioeconomic composition. But there is always a Man on the Street.

At NYU, I live in a dorm on Broadway and East 10th, and many of my classes in the musical theater program are in satellite studios, much farther away than the main buildings. I go to one remote dance studio in particular four days a week and that walk is known as The Gauntlet.

Since I’m going to a dance class, I can wear my street uniform/armor of a baseball cap and a hoodie with my dance clothes on underneath, but that doesn’t seem to help. I usually try to organize walking to class with a friend, but if that doesn’t work out, I keep my head down and walk/run, usually arriving at class angry and tense and trying to clear my head of “Hey baby yo baby hey ma why you walkin’ so fast smile baby come here come back hey I just wanna talk to you pretty girl fine fuck you then bitch you think you’re so special huh you stuck up ho get back here I’ll show you bitch…”

Just keep walking.

I’m 18 and seated on a crowded subway car in the middle of the afternoon. It doesn’t matter where I’m headed, I won’t make it to my destination today. There are enough people standing in the center of the car to make it difficult to navigate for those exiting, but there is still enough breathing room for me to watch the eyes of the man standing in front of me scan every part of me as he licks his lips and his gaze come to rest meeting my own.

In an instant, I avert my eyes, looking down ever so slightly, only to see him put his hand in his pants and start masturbating right in front of my face. He’s wearing those old school nylon rip-stop workout pants and since they are white, they are almost translucent, providing a clear visual of his erect penis as he strokes it.

I want to scream; I want to run, but neither seems like the option that would get me away from him the fastest since there’s not really anywhere to escape to. I want to cover my eyes but I am afraid to, afraid he will grab me. So I make my vision go a bit blurry and try to look completely calm as he jerks off more and more vigorously.

As horrified as I am, I just don’t want things to escalate. I don’t want him to “whip it out.” I don’t want him to touch me. I don’t want to hear his voice because I don’t want to have to try and forget his voice.

The train comes to a stop and I think about bolting, but I would have to physically shove him out of my way to do so, and I know I will have to be prepared to run. I plant my feet like a sprinter and get ready. The train pulls into a station and comes to a stop, but before I can bolt up, a businessy-looking man heads toward the door, turns back, and shouts at the guy: “You’re a fucking pervert for doing that to her!”

Then he’s gone and the doors close. Now I’m terrified. And I’m still sitting there. How dare Business Guy feel so emboldened in his exiting cowardice to simultaneously acknowledge and ignore me like that? His declaration only points out that others could see too and remain mum, which is saddening, for up to that point I could delude myself into thinking they were just that deep into their books and newspapers.

But most of all, I thought “You’ve made him angry and now he’s gonna take it out on me.”

His stroking only carries on, and I do in fact run at the next stop, my fear and sadness and anger all coming to a head and propelling me out of my seat. I walk aimlessly for hours and meander in and out of stores, looking at nothing and no one in particular. I feel a relative safety inside a public building, almost any building, because there is a sense of having witnesses. Of having an employee to dial 911 or a shelving unit to hide behind if push really comes to shove.

I am 33 and doing the fast-walk down yet another street, bundled up against an awful NY chill. The voice comes from far ahead of me. “Excuse me Miss…”

Just keep walking.

“Miss! MISS!”

That is a universally recognized term of respect. I should stop. Maybe I dropped something. No, just keep walking. I walk right past.

“Miss! Turn around! I just wanna know your name. You so fine, turn around! Aiite bitch don’t turn around you dirty bitch fuck you…”

Well. Nevermind that I have other things to focus on than devising a warlike strategy for walking down the street. Nevermind that it is biting cold and stopping makes no sense.

Entering my third decade of this harassment suddenly seems more than I can bear. I spin on my heels and shout: “Yo. What happened between the corner and this spot to change me from ‘so fine’ to a ‘dirty bitch’?”

He stammered and we had an exchange and one could say I effectively shut him up. But I didn’t do a victory lap with the theme from Chariots of Fire playing in my head. Because with street harassment, there is no victory.

Street harassment is not some compulsion or “boys will be boys” nonsense that we should excuse. Street harassment is about power and aggression and a pathetic need to assert some sort of authority over women. Nothing gives a stranger on the street the right to grab me, call me “dirty bitch” and “ho” and tell me to suck their dick.

Last year I was walking near Times Square one afternoon when a man approached me from the other direction and said “Oh my God you’re so pretty” as he grabbed me by both my shoulders. People near me scattered, and two grown able-bodied men ran into a nearby store and watched from behind the door.

I subscribe to no gender-based damsel in distress narrative, so I certainly didn’t expect them to swoop in and save me. Besides, I knew I could take this guy in a fight if he hit me and so — record scratch — WAIT — what the fuck world are we in where I can go from walking down the street to preparing to engage a stranger in hand-to-hand combat on a crowded sidewalk in broad daylight “if it comes to that”?

Well, he held me tight and so it “came to that.” I did an actual self-defense move (I’ve taken classes because, well, this.), broke free, and ran into a nearby store. Someone who had watched asked if I was OK and did I want to report it to the cops, and when I saw the guy disappear up the next block, I thought that what I wanted most was to go on about my fucking business. Please.

I know that so many of us have stories of being harassed and followed, in cities across the globe. I don’t mean to shit on New York, but this is my experience.

In my 20s, I scrimped on groceries and clothes so that I could afford to take more cabs. I managed to avoid the subway for over a year during one stretch. I altered my life in an effort to feel safe.

During the NYU days I almost always wore baggy pants, a baseball cap, and a hoodie if I had to walk anywhere, which one does in NYC every day. I would carry a big bag and change clothes at my destination. I’m six feet tall and broad-shouldered, and I always hoped that I would look like a man from afar.

I don’t live in New York anymore and street harassment is a big part of my decision to leave. It is a wonderful city in many ways, but I feel so much anxiety and anger on those streets and subways.

Sure, emboldened by age and out of fucks to give, I will now stand up and speak out and confront almost anyone, and today that subway encounter would probably end with my mugshot on the 6 o’clock news, but is that a happy ending? True victory would be a world where I can walk outdoors from point A to point B without feeling like I’m under attack.

In the past, when I’ve tried to speak out about street harassment, I’ve gotten responses like: “You know how many women wish they had that problem, Missy?” Or “You complain now, but you’ll miss it when you’re older.” I vowed to keep my mouth shut on the topic, but some pretty remarkable people have encouraged me to share here, and now I ask you to do the same.

Please share. Please heal. Please feel safe.

XOJane

This post originally appeared on XOJane. Republished with permission. Click here for more on XOJane!

  • Apple

    This almost made me cry because I have had alot of her experiences! Ugh it’s like I have to rearrange my outside routine to avoid harassment. When I now see men fear sets in and I silently pray “I hope they think im ugly ” , dont you dare smile because that’s an invitation and god forbidden you accidentally make eye contact you better stare at the ground! And no where is safe not even the library! Right now in trying to pick a gym, what am I basing it on? Not if its super good but where am I least likely to be harassed , think in going with this one because it as a women only room.

  • lexie

    wow!!! though i never experienced sexual harrassment to that degree, i to have my fare share of pervs. when i hear those horror stories it tempts me to walk around with a tazer and pepper spray because even those who witness you being harrassed they wont do anything about it, only the rare good hearted ones would speak up.

  • ZoraJD

    Thank you so much for sharing this. I have altered so much of what I wear and where I go to avoid street harassment. I live in a large city on the East coast and I have been relying upon cabs and Uber to get to work for the past 6 months instead of the easier much cheaper subway. I got tired of the constant harassment. It was always worse when I wore a suit to work. About a month ago, some guy grabbed me. Like the author, everyone around me scattered like roaches and I was left trying to fend off some would-be attacker in heels and a suit. He ran after the subway police heard my screams, but really? I got to the office just in time for my client meeting and had to shrug it off. A week later, a woman in a suit was thrown off the platform of my usual subway stop.

    This isn’t just “boys will be boys” it is invasive and terrifying. Until other men start taking these “men” to task, nothing will change and I will keep on spending money I shouldn’t have to spend.

  • talaktochoba

    that’s not harassment, that’s assault, so you will need to be prepared to respond fully and if necessary, lethally;

    it would help as a deterrent if you could acquire some male escort from time to time (black, white, pink, purple, homosexual, straight, in short, ANYTHING male);

    try not to walk exactly the same paths at the same times, even if you have to walk in the streets–let them think you’re crazy;

    sorry to hear you’re in a combat environment…hope you can evacuate it soon;

  • Anthony

    The guy in the business suit who confronted the pervert may have said nothing to you out of sheer awkwardness. If he thought like I do, he might have said, “the last thing this woman wants to do right now is talk to another man.”

  • msgoodies87

    @ Apple I went through the same thing when picking gyms, finally decided on Lucille Roberts because its women only. I live in New York and have traveled to other states and agree with the author that harrasment is worse in New York.

  • ATM

    Great, great, great—> I would love to hear people’s experiences in other cities as well!

  • Woro208

    I have a lot of these experiences quite often. And not just on the street, but in the grocery store as well. I guess many of these black men don’t understand how to treat women because they lacked a father figure in their lives and thus never saw how a woman should be treated by a man. For the most part, I don’t see men of other races treating their women so disrespectfully. But I think the solution lies in how we raise our boys. We need to show them how to treat women with respect from an early age, because obviously many of them think shouting lewd comments to us on the street is acceptable.

  • Britt

    Street harassment does happen a lot in New York, and with it getting it warmer, it’ll be at a high SMH. My friend in D.C. said the same thing happens to her. Notice how it’s always the guys that you wouldn’t find attractive or would NEVER consider dating that do the cat calling and street harassment. I still don’t understand why guys do this. Has it ever in the history of everdom worked for any man? What woman in her right mind would consider talking to a man that tried to get her attention by yelling at her on the street, then calling her a b**** when she didn’t respond to his advances?

    If a guy engages in cat-calling and street harassment, that shows me that he’s not used to being around attractive women, which makes you wonder.

  • Keshia

    I live in Chicago, honestly I haven’t dealt with the severity as the other female posters. A lot of times it’s hi how you doing type things. I think because I look so young for my age guys my age or older don’t say much to me, I honestly look like a 14 year old even though I’m 21. Even on my college campus it was nothing crazy just the basic hi how are you. How you doing stuff, which is fine with me. Me and sister have had a couple of guys chase us down in the mall but were really polite when we turned them down. I’m not saying the street harassment does not exist because it obviously does, but I personally have never dealt with it or to the severe extreme many of the female posters have. I think it’s so sad women have to deal with so much. I would love for men to walk one day in a woman’s footsteps, many of them wouldn’t last the full 24 hours.

  • Kayla

    I think in the Midwest, we don’t have the same type of environment as the East coast, where public transportation is a must. So we don’t have to always be in close proximity with a lot of ppl. At least in KC, that’s how it is. Still, I can relate to dealing with crazy males. It sucks. It really makes me want to get my CCW. Some males love to pick on women who are alone. As someone stated, it is best to walk with a male from time to time. Unfortunately, some of us don’t have that luxury.

  • http://gravatar.com/pinklipstick227 pinklipstick227

    I’m so over street harassment. I had a man follow me for 3 entire blocks on Tuesday when the weather was warm in nyc. Brothers need to start checking each other about this ish.

  • MaeLee

    I don’t think it is about attractiveness. Men yell and grab me from the street not b/c I’m beautiful, but just because I have a female body.

    Also, sadly, I have seen it work. Multiple times in NYC I have seen a young dude call out a “compliment” to a young woman and she will turn around and engage in a conversation. I think its a self-esteem issue.

  • Sean

    I will continue to approach a women on the street, in a club, in the bar or museum if she is pretty and I would like to meet her. As long as you are respectful and not ignorant nothing wrong with it. Men will never stop ,especially in NYC , closed mouth don’t get fed

  • Sean

    Yes it has worked, some men look at it has a numbers game, if I approach 5 women and 1 say yes and give me a number (even a wrong one lol) it worked. It more prevalent in NYC cause we walk alot compared to other places where you drive everywhere . I’m getting harassing or cursing at women but not against approaching them

  • Baffled…

    What do you do if you are a dark

  • http://www.facebook.com/dionnerrushin Dionne Rushin

    When I was a junior in college, I had caught the campus bus downtown to go to Target. As I was walking to Target, some random man walked up to be, grabbed me and kissed me on my neck. I pushed him away and started to yell to that the campus safety police could hear me. I was really shaken up, and pissed off, by the incident. I fail to understand why people feel the need to invade the privacy and violate the security of someone all in the name of hitting on them. I lecture my brothers on the way they approach women. There is a respectful way to approach someone and a disrespectful way. It seems like too many men know a lot about the latter and even less about the former.

  • http://gravatar.com/jamesfrmphilly jamesfrmphilly

    i am neither hungry nor thirsty…..

  • http://gravatar.com/jamesfrmphilly jamesfrmphilly

    as a man i view males who approach women on the street as your basic losers….

  • The Moon in the Sky

    I’ve been dealing with street harassment for 15 years now and it hasn’t gotten any better, because I look about 7-10 years younger than what I am and have to deal with harassment from guys younger and older than me.

    Just today a random man tried to pick me up in his car as I walked down the street.

    Someone please tell me why is it that when a man sees a woman walking down the street he thinks she needs his assistance.

  • MommieDearest

    To women everywhere who have experienced street harrassment, take comfort in this:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkW6iF9CGZg

  • Gaping Chasm

    Yawn!

    We, the Madison Avenue Old School Tie, White Boy Network would like to express our solidarity with the campaign to end street harassment. Will pledge to revoke our racial inclusion policy as it pertains to black women, with immediate effect.

    Our revised beauty standard will be represented by non-black women to spare black women the indignity and dangers inherent in having their images poured over by men of all extractions viewing the content we put out.

    STFU

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  • http://gravatar.com/princesskaguya2000 Jen

    And, like many men confronted with this issue, you choose not to acknowledge that there’s a difference between flirting and harassment. That something so harmless can go too far. We’re talking about when “hey girl” becomes “fuck you bitch”. When approaching turns into stalking. You want to walk up to a woman? Power to ya Cassanova, but flirting ends when one party says “no”.

  • http://www.myblackfriendsays.com myblackfriendsays

    Scary. I appreciate you sharing your story.

  • ayomide

    I appreciate this article. I lived in NYC and harassment was one reason I hated living there. For every nice guy that spoke to me there were five nasty guys that spoke also. I also got stuck on a crowded train with a pervert but unfortunatly I was standing in front of him as he was able to rub himself on me. I notice other women making nasty faces and I tried to move and no one helped…. to this day I wish I had knocked him in the balls but I was terrified and mortified that it was happening. I never wore any real cute skirts and shorts for the fear of harassment unless I was with my older brother or at that time with my boyfriend turned husband. Its sad that women are treated to this day and not respected as women but as sex objects. We are someones mother, sister, cousin, niece,wife girlfriend or grandmother.
    Respect…

  • Treece

    Approaching respectfully, and backing down respectfully if your affections are not reciprocated are fine. HARASSMENT is a different issue altogether. Nobody is saying you have to keep your mouth shut and not talk to women at all….

  • u

    Why do black women always make sexual harassment race specific? White women complain about harassment all the time but the target of their complaints is MEN. Not white men. All men. It really gives the impression that black women actually believe white men are incapable of being rude, disrespectful or sexually offensive.

  • guest

    I live in Harlem and the reason so many young men use this aggressive and demeaning approach is because it has a high success rate. Far too many young black women are attracted to doo-rag wearing brothers who wear their pants around their knees and talk to them in a disrespectful manner. These are the same young women who will mock and ridicule a young brother who speaks to them with respect and carries himself with dignity. Sorry, I see it every day.

  • Coolbreeze

    Take that rubbish and bury it wherever the souls of rapists (and their mothers who defend them) go to die.

  • Playwitit

    I can’t believe this comment got negative votes. Its true! I’m not only harassed by black men. Its a problem with all men everywhere and it needs to fucking stop.

  • BlackBirdSinging

    I know what you mean–if I see a large group of guys walking toward me I try to avoid them. I get a lot of guys harassing me while they drive/bike/skateboard by me, its not only f**ked up its cowardly.

  • j

    Because white men have a long and honorable history of treating black women with dignity and respect. I think it started in 1619.

  • Lulu

    It’s really sad that reading this and so many womens’ accounts of street harrasment makes me feel better about being below average in attractiveness and living in the suburbs. I sometimes catch guys leering at women and I feel bad for the women especially when you can tell it’s unwanted. I’m really sorry for all the women that have to endure this regularly.

    I hope more men can speak out against this sort of behaviour because in our twisted world, people of privilege do not listen unless another person of privilege speaks out for those who aren’t.

  • Bren

    These disrespectful men need to be put in check.

  • mEE

    oh man I started crying reading this because this is exactly my story. everything down to the man masturbating AT me on the train (I was 17 when it happened) and no one doing a damn thing about it.
    I commented on the other article that just last summer a man in Grand Central stuck his hand up my skirt as I was going up the stairs. I know what you mean about combat mode. At that moment, I could have murdered him without thinking twice. I punched him and shoved him down the stairs and kept going to my train, but the minute I had a chance to sit down and process what happened I couldn’t hold back the tears.
    street harassment is a big reason why I drive everywhere, even in Manhattan. and why I absolutely refuse to take the bus.

    it hasn’t been three decades for me. only a decade and a half, but if this is what I have to look forward to for the next fifteen years, I really don’t think I’ll mentally be able to handle it.

  • Wong Chia Chi

    Awesome

  • RenJennM

    I read this article on XOJane, and I loved it. I can relate to what this woman had to go through. Most of the harassment from guys that I’ve endured over the years has been when I was walking somewhere.

    Three different times, guys tried to pick me up in cars. The first time it happened, I was only 14, and it terrified me. I thought at any second, he was going to pull the car over, jump out, snatch me up, and I’d never be heard from again. Thank GOD that didn’t happen. He sped off when I refused to respond to his advances.

    The scariest situation for me was in Brooklyn, after the West Indian Day parade was over. It was in 2007; I was 18 then. We were about to leave, but some of the Haitians from the parade split off and created their own ‘mini-parade’ (which they were NOT supposed to do, but whatever). Before we knew it a lot of people started joining it, and we became this big ‘mini-parade’ meandering down other streets. As we were marching with them, having a blast, some guy walked up along side of me and was like, “Hey, baby, c’mere,” and he grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward him. I politely pulled away, said “no”, and proceded back towards my girls. He wasn’t done. “I said come here!” He grabbed me and started pulling me out of the crowd towards an alley! A f**king alley!! I freaked out, but I’m tiny and had no chance trying to pull away from him. Thankfully, one of the girls that I was there with grabbed my other arm and screamed, “Get off of her!” He let go and stormed away. I was shaken up. Thinking about it now makes my stomach turn. I still remember what he looks like and everything. I’ll never forget that incident. I actually think I’ve gained a slight paranoia because of it.

  • Q

    I’m really sorry to hear that girl. I’ll pray for you. Keep your head up though!

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