It has been a while since I’ve been harassed on the street. It happened a lot when I was younger and lived in an area where it’s prevalent. I felt invisible once I moved and got married. Until yesterday... I share this because I know a lot of have dealt with this and sharing can be healing.
This is by far one of the worst incidents I’ve experienced. I admit to being very lucky.
I was walking to run an errand, and was still very near my home. I live in NYC and run errands in my immediate neighborhood on foot.
I walked somewhere I have walked countless times. Usually I have headphones on, but did not this time. As I walk by a guy I barely noticed, he said something very suggestive to me, in a very soft voice. I’m used to the louder, more boastful type of harassment. This was just... creepy. What he said was inappropriate so I won’t repeat it here. There could be no doubt of the intention or the intended recipient - no one else was near enough to hear him.
I kept walking and didn’t stop or look at him. I gave him no satisfaction by reacting visibly. I happened to be stopping in the Starbucks across the street. I saw someone from my building there and explained what happened. We both looked across the street and saw who had done it, so now I know to avoid a guy in a blue Members Only jacket on that stretch of street. It’s a stretch street with no doors on it (unusual) so he probably makes a practice of this.
Someone I know on FB, a woman, said my silence signified shame and that I should have loudly repeated what he said to call him out. (ETA I’m not saying she thought I should be ashamed, but that I was projecting shame by being silent; she believed I should fight back verbally instead. She didn’t mean it’s my fault.) First of all, we can’t control our reactions in this kind of situation. Second, this is very close to my home. Reacting like that wouldn’t have seemed safe to me AT ALL. I’m not going to stop running errands near home on foot alone in broad daylight. I was proud of my non-reaction.
Also, I was ashamed. Angry and creeped out and a little scared, but not ashamed. I resent the implication that I was signaling shame. It wasn’t my fault in the least. All I was doing was existing in public as a woman.
Anyway, I believe in talking about this stuff, so I’m sharing this story with people I trust, which includes you all.