In Bradenton, Fla., a man shot a high school senior to death after she and her friends refused to perform oral sex at his request.
In Chicago, a scared 15-year-old was hit by a car and died after she tried escaping from harassers on a bus.
Again, in Chicago, a man grabbed a 19-year-old walking on a public thoroughfare, pulled her onto a gangway and assaulted her.
In Savannah, Georgia, a woman was walking alone at night and three men approached her. She ignored them, but they pushed her to the ground and sexually assaulted her.
In Manhattan, a 29-year-old pregnant woman was killed when men catcalling from a van drove onto the sidewalk and hit her and her friend.
Last week, a runner in California — a woman — was stopped and asked, by a strange man in a car, if she wanted a ride. When she declined he ran her over twice.
FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.
This is terrorism.
If these things happened in India or Rwanda we would say “that country must be a terrible place for women to live!” Because it is America, we treat them as isolated incidents.
Reblogging because someone just reblogged one of my posts to call me ‘self feminist entitled’ because I was angry about being street harassed after a guy became verbally abusive when I didn’t respond to his attention and then *stopped his bike in front of me* to try and force a physical confrontation.
And this is a post from ages back he just dug up to abuse.
Yeah, I’m so entitled for being angry at being treated like that. The guy’s reaction was perfectly reasonable and I’m sure I was never in any danger. [/sarcasm]
I once had a guy follow me off a streetcar, and wait outside a store I went into until I came out and started to follow me. I started to walk faster and he walked faster after me, and I started to run and he called out “hey!” and something I think was he wanted to talk to me. But I didn’t care and I kept running with him running after me. I managed to run into a bus that was waiting (if it wasn’t there I was going to run into a grocery store and ask for help) and he decided not to come after me. It was frightening as hell. But maybe he didn’t mean anything bad. Maybe he really just wanted to talk to me. The thing is, I didn’t want to take that risk.
And anybody who tries to tell me that I should give guys a chance, that street harassment is just a compliment, that we should stop for every guy that wants to talk to us, that it’s no big deal. Easy for them to say, it’s not their life, their safety, or their body they have to worry about. And it’s not their memories either. I have to live with a memory of being chased in the dark, at night by this strange dude and the feelings of utter terror I had that still crop up when I remember it. I have to live with the memory and emotional/mental consequences of all the other times I’ve been harassed and assaulted too. They don’t.