I exited my apt building in Chinatown to go do my laundry when three males in their 20s walked by. One leaned towards my face and yelled “WHITE GIRL” and made a few kissing noise. He got so close to my face I could smell his breath. I wanted to say something back to them but was scared because they know where I live.
I was on the 7 train alone, and it was fairly crowded. During this train ride, I noticed the man sitting next to me taking photos of my face. When I got off, he got off as well, and he was directly behind me on the escalator. I ran down the stairs to get on the 6 train, and I managed to get on just as the doors were closing, but I noticed the man running down the stairs as well, trying to follow me.
I was walking to work in the winter wearing a jacket buttoned up to my neck, jeans, and sneakers. Some old man yelled “hey sexy” as I passed by. I was so shocked that I turned around to see who said that and he looked at me and laughed. Just goes to show that it doesn’t matter what we wear because unwanted attention and harassment happens despite our clothes.
This guy pushed his leg into my butt, and when I moved in towards my friend, he followed. He then walked down the car and came back to me, pressing his whole body against me. I tried to push into a group I was with and my track coach said “step away from the kids”, causing the man to hold up his fist toward me as if he were about to take a shot. Another man who was sitting down then distracted him towards himself. I got off at the next possible stop (42nd st), making sure he didn’t get off as well.
It was around 8 p.m. on the F train line. My compartment had three people on it at the time, all spaced out on the train. I got on at 179th street, sat down and started reading a book. Around one or two stops later, a man enters the compartment via one of the side train doors. I did not look up at him until he decided to sit down directly across from me. Keep in mind that the train is almost empty at this point, and he could have sat anywhere. I do not look at his face, but notice he is wearing a white T-shirt and dirty, stained-looking gray sweatpants, and he is overweight. At this point, I see him putting his hands in his pants and jerking off. I never once looked at his eyes, but I could tell he was staring directly at my face while he did this. There was a stench emanating from him for the few seconds I was across. I suspected he was homeless.
Horrified, I tried to keep my expression mute and I put away my book, got up, and speed-walked to the end of the compartment. I did not look at his eyes.
I got off at the next stop and moved to the next compartment down where there were more people and a family. I was so shaken, but what also concerns me besides this huge violation is that there were three other people in my compartment and they SAW what was happening. A man in a business suit was sitting a few seats away from me, and I remember seeing him look up and then look back at his phone, not bothering to do anything. I felt threatened. This monster was over 5’8” and I felt my life could have been in danger. What he did was illegal.
These female cops were towing a car, and a man passed by and winked at them and then said it would take them all day to do that. He saw me walking and he looked all cocky, like he was cool for putting those cops down. So I got in his face and I said “why don’t you shut the fuck up?” His face changed and he said “what?” And I was like “why don’t you let the ladies do their job and shut your stupid fucking mouth?” And I walked away. He’s like “what are you talking about?” As I walked away I screamed, “yeah you’re still talking, time to shut up.” Then he goes “why you walking away, come here and make me.” Then I said, “you’re fucking sexist and you hate to see women doing their jobs,” and that was it.
Standing just beside the subway steps, off to the side so as to avoid foot-traffic as I text a quick ETA off to my friend, I feel something brush between my legs. Looking down, I see this cretin with his phone shoved up my skirt, taking a photo. I followed him down into the subway (it was crowded, I felt a little brave), got right into his face to take HIS photo, and let him know that what he did was disgusting, and that I’d be posting his photo everywhere and anyhow.
This evening a 25-30-year-old man approached me near 10 Grand Army Plaza in the bike lane approaching the Brooklyn Public Library. The man asked me a question; I assume he was asking for money. I took off my headphones and asked him to leave me alone. As I was crossing the street, he followed me and said “stop acting fucking stupid.” I walked away and hurried along, moving out of sight.