Hollaback! Story, Stalking, Verbal

Britt’s story: “they followed us for about a block”

My friend and I went out for a night of dancing and we were walking to pizza corner. Two guys catch up with us (one my friend had danced with earlier that night and his cousin)

The cousin started yelling at me and my friend saying we had to go home with them. They followed us for about a block, in our faces, saying my friend led him on and that she had to do more. Disgusting! We told them to go away several times but it was terrifying because I didn’t know if he would get violent or what would happen. There were some people around but it was still very scary.

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Anonymous story: “you’d better be scared”

Wanna see one in action? Wait on Brunswick and Cornwallis a bit before 7pm. You’ll eventually see a tiny group of young men walking north on the right side of Brunswick, calling single woman walking ahead of them f-ing b-words, c-words, w-words, yelling “You’d better be scared” and “We’re gonna to get you”. Their public performance runs like clockwork, so I assume all Haligonians are welcome to attend.

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Story from Runner’s Rage

Two guys in driving in a light brown jeep decided to slow down and drive next to me for several minutes, yelling some obscene and pointless things about my behind, as well as requesting that I come get in the car, in less polite terms.

I gave them the finger and tried to snap a pic but they sped out of there. If anyone knows these guys give them a nice “fuck you” from me.

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Maggie’s story: “Even through my winter coat I felt that grip”

This is an old story, but back then there was no forum to share it in, and when I talked about it, I got laughed at. I hope you’re ok with my sharing it now.

This was back in the middle ’80s. It was winter time, we’d had a big storm and the sidewalks weren’t well cleared yet. There was just a very narrow tramped-down path made by pedestrians.

I was walking down Portland Street to the ferry. I think most people had stayed home because of the storm, because there weren’t many people on the street that morning. A man was walking toward me and it was going to be awkward for us to get past each other on this narrow track. As we got close, I stepped as far as I could off the path to let him by (he wasn’t moving), and when he got beside me, he grabbed my left breast as hard as he could. Even through my winter coat I felt that grip. He just sneered right in my face and laughed at me as he grabbed me, then walked away. I just kept walking. I went to work and didn’t tell a soul. But I could feel that hand on my breast all day.

This happened in broad daylight, on a work day, on a main street in Dartmouth.

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RA’s story: “all I could do was yell and beg him to get away from me”

I read an article at some point in the last year in Halifax Magazine about Hollaback and I thought that it was terrible that we had to deal with that crap in our city, but was glad that there was a forum for people to be heard. Now I’m “lucky” and I get to add to the narrative, although in a bit of a different way. I was driving down the Circ in the middle of the afternoon toward Main St, Dartmouth when I saw this guy driving a new black Mustang aggressively behind me, speeding, changing lanes, passing all of us. I continued down Main St and had just passed NSCC Akerley in the passing lane, someone ahead was turning left, I saw a car maybe eight car lengths back, so I changed lanes. A second later, I saw it was the same car from before (he must have gone to a drive thru or something, in order to be behind me again) and he pulled up so close behind me that I thought he was going to push me off the road. I pulled off the next right because I was scared, and he whips in after me and stops, backs up and boxes me in, window down and is screaming at me enraged, calling me repeatedly a fucking stupid bitch, and a worthless fucking cunt, over and over. He had a temp plate so I couldn’t get his information, but all I could do was yell and beg him to get away from me, that he needed to stop this. I said I was calling the police, but I never did because I was scared if I made the move he would get out of his car and hurt me- I’ve never seen someone so enraged. I saw a car stopped ahead of us with a driver looking on, but no one came by, and people drove by and watched this happen. He finally left and I just felt so helpless. He felt cut off in traffic, and somehow in his mind that made it okay to treat another person this way… it wasn’t okay. All I can think is that I allowed it, somehow, and that he’ll never get to hear from someone how wrong it was, because I didn’t follow through with the call to police. There’s road rage and while it’s ridiculous and wrong and scary, this felt all of those things, but mostly it felt really personal and I felt really victimized by it.

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CO’s story: “he has pictures of me it makes me feel violated”

one night a friend and i got some street food and sat down at the benches outside the old downtown library around 930pm. A man ran up to us from down Spring Garden screaming ‘HOW TALL ARE YOU’. My friend and i looked at each other bewildered as he ran right to me and said ‘i know you are sitting but i can tell that you are tall and i need to know your height’ so just trying to get rid of him i told him and he said he has a thing for tall girls then whipped out his phone and started taking pictures of me. i was really scared and obviously didnt like that so i stood up to leave while at the same time my friend started screaming at him and he just ran off. i was wearing a full coat that night so no one can argue that i was dressed inappropriately and drew attention to myself (not that that argument would be valid anyways) i am not that tall either only at 178cm, above average but not all that impressive. I still see this man occasionally around the same area and i freak out every time and circle back in a different direction. It really bothers me bc he has pictures of me it makes me feel violated. I still dont know what to do if something similar happened again, i dont think there are any laws preventing ppl from photographing you without your permission. I just wonder if any other girls have experienced this, and perhaps from the same man.

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LM’s story: “He had started following me home.”

I was walking to my apartment one morning around 7:30am after spending the night with my boyfriend. I was just stopping by to grab my stuff for my day’s classes when a man, probably in his late 20s, stopped in front of me and said “Damn that is a nice skirt and your legs look great in it. Wait that’s a dress but your ASS looks amazing in it.” I was wearing a sun dress with a pretty bulky jacket over top so the fact he was looking that closely made me really uncomfortable.I started shuffling off pretty creeped out. As I walked away I realize he had started following me home. I need to mention that this was a GROWN MAN on a children’s little metal scooter and as he followed me he asked if he could ask me a question. I was freaking out at this point texting my boyfriend who was on his way to work and telling him I’m being followed home. He asked me if he needed me to come back and get me but at this point he was probably 20-30 minutes out of the house to work. At this point the guy on the scooter turned to me and asks completely seriously, “Has anyone ever gone down on your before?”. I told him I need to go and almost ran the rest of the way home but thank goodness he stopped following me after that.

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Hollaback! Story, Transphobic, Verbal

Madison’s story: “Immediately some guy screamed.”

I was walking up Chebucto Lane with my dogs mid-afternoon, and I remember actually thinking to myself that I feel safe and welcome in this city, like maybe I could be an out trans woman and that would be okay.

I crossed Chebucto Rd and immediately some guy screamed at the top of his lungs “FFFFRRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAAK!” as he was driving by. There were plenty of people around, and I was walking my dogs on a busy street on a sunny afternoon. UGH.

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