graphic by Robin Hoyt
Street harassment is a serious and multi-faceted social problem that makes women and people of other marginalized groups unsafe in public spaces. HollaBackBoston does not define street harassment but believes harmful power dynamics in society lie at the core of our inequality. We believe that building a safe world demands diverse international fronts of resistance. Dedicated to the city of Boston, we continue to reclaim public space by empowering everyone to “HOLLA BACK” at street harassers.
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|Ever since I discovered this blog I have been remembering times I was harassed on the street. It’s scary to me that those memories are lying just beneath the surface, but I am SO glad to have a place to release them now.|
It was Marathon Monday and I was trying to get from Copley Square to the Pru to meet some friends. Right outside of Lord & Taylor, the crowds got ridiculous and the mob I was walking with got stuck. We could not move an inch and we all ended up completely sandwiched against each other.
At first I was having trouble understanding why the guy behind me found it necessary to keep moving even though it was obvious we weren’t going anywhere. That was before I felt something hard rubbing against me.
As if it wasn’t scary enough to be completely trapped, now I had to be trapped in front of some sicko trying to get off on the situation. I turned around and looked him in the eye and said, “STOP.” He winked and smiled at me but did not quit.
I don’t remember how long it took before we actually got moving again, but definitely not as long as it's going to take for me to not be angry about this anymore.
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