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Attention fellow badass rabble-rousers of San Francisco: I am sad to announce that I am leaving my beloved San Francisco and need to pass this site on to new leadership. I’ve been running it as a one woman show but I would love to see a group of fellow dedicated, fierce local feminist/LGBTQ/disability rights/social justice/racial justice activists adopt it, cuz you know, it takes a village founded on intersectionality to end street harassment and violence. Also, many hands make light work. Being a part of the larger Hollaback! movement has been a truly wonderful experience, and the mothership is incredibly supportive. You will love being a part of Hollaback! Contact me to get involved and for more information: email@example.com
Date: Thursday, February 14th, 2013
Where: El Rio 3158 Mission St. SF 94110
When: 6:30pm – 2am (door opens at 6pm)
What: Rise Beyond Borders: The Official V-Day Flash Mob After Party in San Francisco.
$3-$20 suggested donation. All proceeds benefit onebillionrising.org
This V-Day, unite with One Billion Women all over the world to Strike, Dance and Rise against Gender Violence!!!
RISE BEYOND BORDERS is a coalition of political organizations and activists mobilizing for women’s rights.
Did you know one in three women will be raped or beaten in her lifetime?
That adds up to more than one billion women worldwide.
One billion women dancing would be a revolution.
Join the revolution! Join onebillionrising.org!!!
Go to Herrising.org to join our Flash Mob Prayerdance at the Civic Center Demonstration from 5-6pm, then again at El Rio at 8:30pm!
Photography by Vashelle Andre, and a photo booth with paper, art supplies,
and Vagina Costumes to wear when you tell the world: “Why I’m RISING!”
MC Gina Gold of The Gina Gold Show
Performances by Kaylah Marin, #3 on Billboard Dance Charts
Vixen Noir’s Unofficial Premiere Performance of her Debut Single, “Dangerous” w/Kailove!
Isis Starr, Goddess of Vintage Burlesque
Musical performance by The Voodoo Cabaret
Wataya Kyd Roberson “Who is Who in Poetry” 2012
with musical accompaniment and vocals by Amber Field
Spoken word by Magick “Activist at Large”
DJ Darren Afrika, The Reverend DJ, DJ Ian Walker,
The Reverend DJ, and
DJ Willow with Adina the Flute Player
Sponsored by: El Rio, One Billion Rising SF, Code Pink, NOW SF, Global exchange, NCLRights, Amnesty International, APIQWTC, QWOCMAP, Hollaback! SF, CSC, Fabulosa, Mango, and SFDK.
I was 7 years old the first time I was harassed. A classmate that had been sending short messages, mostly drawings saying he wanted me to be his girlfriend and wanted to kiss me and hug me, one recess he decided to push me against a wall and kiss me, the biggest boy in our class was with him. He pushed his lips and tongue against my mouth – that was my “first kiss”, I had to put up with him constantly bothering for 2 years until I finally had to leave my friends and classmates and change school.
Coming back from school, when I was in high school, I got off the bus at around 2pm on a Saturday and started walking the 7 blocks I had to walk to get home. After the second block I passed by a taxi driver that was out of his car taking a piss, as I passed by him he decides to turn around and expose himself to me, I kept my eyes on the street, walked faster praying that he would just get in his car and leave. I looked around but there was no one to ask for help. I continued walking and then I realized that this guy was following me in his car, driving slowly behind me. I decided that as long as I kept walking he would be happy to continue following me so I didn’t stop to ring a bell in any of the houses since I was afraid if he saw his little game was over he might try to take the next step to grab me and put me in the car, so I walked the longest 4 blocks of my life until I got to our neighborhood store and went in. I haven’t been able to get in a taxi without feeling fear, and the sound of a car driving behind me still makes me shiver.
In my first year of residency I took any chance I had (there were not many) to go to the beach to relax, do some surfing and some yoga, usually by myself since most of the time this were not planned trips. It was a beautiful day, I had the beach to myself. I went to my favorite spot before sunset and did some yoga. When I heard a noise nearby, I turned around and realized about 20 meters from where I was there was a naked man masturbating while he was watching me. I was far from my car, there was no one around and there was not a lot of sunlight left. I sat down and started praying and let him finish what he was doing as I slowly started gathering my things after about 20 minutes of torture. When I see the guy start trying to put his pants on I decide this is the best chance I have and I started running as fast as I could to my car. I was fortunate there was no physical violence but this person took away my favorite place and the sense of peace I felt every time I had a chance to escape there to clear my mind.
I won’t even talk about the times I have been walking by the street and have heard someone saying they would like to lick me or touch me, or the time I was asked by a tourist in a bar how much I charged the night, or the time I was called a whore by female “friend” because I got along better with her male friends than she did.
I don’t know what the answer to stopping the violence is. Keeping silent definitely is not part of the solution.
Children need to learn to love and respect each other, to treat each person the way each one of us would like to be treated, the way we would like our loved ones to be treated.
SAN FRANCISCO, CA (1/9/2013) – A woman was stabbed late Monday night on her way home in the Tenderloin. The man had first sexually harassed her, and when she rejected him, he slashed her face and stabbed her arm. As an organization working to end street harassment, we at Hollaback! San Francisco are horrified by this attack and also reminded that our work to make the streets safer is critical. Catcalls and sexual advances are oftentimes dismissed as harmless or even compliments, but this incident shows that street harassment can quickly escalate to physical violence. It shows that the fear of walking down the street is real.
Street harassment often goes unreported, so we applaud the woman for her courage to report the attack to the Police. We are also very glad to hear she is recovering from her injuries. We now call on the community to come forward with any information, and on the Police to conduct a thorough investigation of this assault. We also call on District 6 Supervisor Jane Kim to work with us in conducting safety audits of the Tenderloin to identify necessary improvements to ensure women’s public safety.
Hollaback! San Francisco launched in November as part of the larger Hollaback! movement to end street harassment. Our local activists work to ignite public conversations and to develop innovative strategies to ensure equal access to public spaces. We believe that everyone has the right to walk down the street and feel safe, without fear of verbal or physical assault.
For more information on how to get involved with Hollaback! San Francisco, please contact us.
SAN FRANCISCO, CA (12/21/2012) – On Monday, December 17, San Francisco LGBT Forum shared on their Facebook page that they received a message at Stop the Violence over the weekend reporting “a group of people driving recklessly down Market yelling anti-gay slurs. They then pulled over and began harassing people on the street.” As an organization working to end street harassment, we at Hollaback San Francisco are disturbed by the extent to which this group harassed people up and down Market St and we condemn their actions. This group not only psychologically terrorized passersby with anti-gay slurs, but also put people in physical danger by driving recklessly. We applaud San Francisco LGBT Forum’s message to victims and witnesses to report such harassment directly to the Police and to take pictures when they feel it is safe to do so. We also encourage people to share their stories of street harassment on our website, and to learn how to respond to harassers.
As is apparent from last weekend’s rampage, street harassment is much more than individuals just acting inappropriately. It is used to exert control over others by making them feel scared or uncomfortable. Comments from “You’d look good on me” and anti-gay slurs to groping, flashing and assault are a daily, global reality for women and LGBTQ individuals. But it is rarely reported, and it’s culturally accepted as ‘the price you pay’ for being a woman or for being gay. But we don’t buy it. We know that a world in which everyone can walk down the street and feel safe, without fear of verbal or physical assault is possible.
We call on San Francisco residents and officials to take a personal pledge to help others when you witness street harassment. And if you’ve been holla’d at, hollaback!no comments
I had just gone to the gym and was walking back to my dorm. I parted ways with two of my friends (one female and one male) and was walking back through the outskirts of campus. I decided along the walk to check my email and answer a couple of texts. Though it was 10:30 at night, I still walked back by myself because I believe that I should be able to walk wherever, whenever and NOT be harassed. As I was answering a text, two men stopped in front of me and kind of blocked my path. I looked up, and one man said, “Hello Beautiful.” I didn’t acknowledge what he just said, I weaved around them and kept walking. I started to call one of my friends who I just left. As I was on the phone with them I turned towards the street and realized that those two guys were following me, in their car! They began to wave at me and make obscene gestures. I let the car pass and made sure it wasn’t following but I am just so angered and annoyed that I am not able to walk back on campus at night by myself without being harassed by men who may or may not be students. Yes, the harassment could have been worse, but I hated feeling unsafe and scared at my university. This definitely was not okay.
I was walking alone through the Oakland 19th Street Bart station when I passed a group of young men, huddled up together, cracking lewd jokes. I thought I was passing undetected until one of them – who was sitting on the ground – reached out and grabbed my leg. I was alone, outnumbered, in a new place, and felt far too intimidated to do anything besides hustle in the opposite direction as they continued to laugh uproariously and high-five each other. I hate the feeling it left in my stomach and felt extraordinarily guilty all day for not saying something. Even as a strong woman who often stands up for herself, it’s hard to know what to do in such intimidating situations.
I had just moved out to San Francisco and was on my way to check out the murals in Balmy Alley. I was walking along 24th St as a group of young boys, probably around 15 or 16 years old, were walking toward me. The one in front yelled, “Damn girl I wanna fuck you in that ass!” He probably did it for shock value and to look tough in front of his friends, but the violence of his words horrified me and I was afraid for my safety. I didn’t respond because I was alone and scared of what they might do. It was all I could do to keep walking. It was that moment when you don’t know what to do or where you can go to be safe. I’m pretty sure other people were around but no one said anything to the jerk or to me to see if I was okay. The boys kept walking in the other direction and I continued on to Balmy Alley and sought solace in the beautiful murals.