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Black Man Sexually/Street Harassed Black Woman at Shell Gas Station, Prince George’s County, Maryland

On an occasion I was in Prince George’s County I ventured to a Shell gas station off Riverdale Road which leads to a split by-pass of Princess Garden Parkway in the late morning. As I began fueling a Black woman appeared to be there alone began yelling at a black man for propositioning her. Her tone of voice was wrought with anger and disgust but was also characterized as an intent to alert bystanders that she may need help. She stated, “You don’t talk to no female that way!” As more witnesses continued to look upon the situation the black man looked guilty and began retreating yelling “All I said is how she was doin’!”

None of the bystanders, including myself were close enough to be privy to what he said.  Whatever it was she was offended, not interested and he wouldn’t let her be.

However, let’s take this black male at his claim that he simply asked how she was doing. Most able bodied black people know this is more than a simple query into a woman’s day or what some may deem a mere flirt (as you know black men are the biggest “slick talking, justifying every bad act they do everyday con artists). When a black man says this to a black woman he is really stating “I want to *expletive* you and you BETTER acquiesce.” This is why the black woman felt threatened because he refused to take her no, her attempt to ignore or simply get away from a total hedonistic stranger as her response.

Remember Joey from the hit sitcom ‘Friends’ and when he asked “How YOU doin’?” and everyone knew what he was up to–the difference is that he didn’t corner the woman in a small space or block her freedom of movement until he got the answer he wanted (which by the way is illegal and deemed ‘false imprisonment’).

This black male wanted to force his lustful desire on a black woman stranger who he viewed as his property simply because of her skin pigmentation. This ignorant black brute demanded what did not belong to him. This is very common street/sexual harassment by black males to Black women. At least she brought immediate attention to it and got away from the predator in a safe manner. Now just imagine how many Black women who are not as fortunate.

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Another Black Woman’s Story: Black Men Keep Sexually/Street Harassing Her

Disgusting Black Men Never Stop…They carry the mark of Satan–troublemaking, debauchery and sinister lust. Here is her story:

http://www.beyondblackwhite.com/name-baby-rant-street-harassment-discrimination/

“My Name is NOT Baby,” a Rant About Street Harassment and Discrimination
MARCH 11, 2014 | ** GUEST AUTHOR ** |

One day, I was standing outside of a store waiting for my dad to meet me. While I was waiting, I made a phone call to my mom. While I was on the phone, I was approached my a man who was obviously more than twice my age who tried to engage me in a separate conversation. “Hey baby. I like them pants. What you up to tonight?” While there are so many ways in which I could have responded to him, I settled for a simple “I can’t talk right now, I’m on the phone” which he followed up with “Damn, girl I’m just trying to get to know you”. I suppressed a severe eye-roll and politely asked him to please leave me alone. When I didn’t respond to his advances, he proceeded to berate me with so many variations of “prude bitch”, my head began to spin.

I can’t walk down the street, pump gas into my car, shop in a grocery store, even sit in church without a man feeling entitled to harass me. They tell me to smile, they follow me around, they stare and whistle and honk their horns at my backside. They reach out and touch me without my permission.  Some even take pictures!

When I don’t acknowledge the man cat calling me from across the street, I’m a Stuck Up Bitch. All because I inform a man that my name is not “baby“, “sweetie“, or “ma“. I’m told “If I don’t want attention, I shouldn’t dress so attractively.” Some would say I shouldn’t be offended. This isn’t harassment, this is a compliment. If my boss, a strange man on the street, a security guard or store clerk wants to talk to me or stare at me or compliment me or follow me around, it’s just because they think I’m attractive. I should be honored. Shouldn’t I?

Let me go on record and say no, I shouldn’t be honored. This type of behavior isn’t a compliment, it’s harassment. I’m not obligated to smile just because a man wants me to. I don’t exist for the visual pleasure of men. I’d don’t have to speak to satisfy a man’s physical attraction to me or perceived “courage” in approaching me. And I’m not a bitch just because I don’t want to talk to a man I have no interest in.

Society has not changes much since the days in which Nathaniel Hawthorne penned “The Scarlet Letter“. Women are still judged harshly for our actions (and for our inaction). Only instead of having embroidered letters slapped upon our breast, we are instead being stamped with #hashtags in social media and with harsh labels from society and our peers.

Women in bad romantic relationships are labeled #SideLineChicks, #Sluts, #Hoes, etc. As if being in their predicament represents a character flaw on their part, not on the man who created the love triangle. A women who is assertive, aggressive, and is confident is labeled a #Bitch or #Bossy. A woman who enjoys sex and explores her sexuality is called a #Whore. When I don’t want to give my phone number to a stranger, I’m #StuckUp. A man being the boss, having sex as much sex as he wants, or wanting to be left alone is labeled a man.

What gives men the perceived right to label, ridicule, harass and demean women they don’t even know? Why is the biological fact that they are “men” enough for them to communicate with and about women in any kind of way? People say “that’s just how boys act” … “oh, he’s just being a man”. To me that’s barely an excuse. How can a man born of a woman be naturally inclined to treat women with disrespect? Sometimes, people assume I’m just a jaded woman. They tell me “you must not like men, that’s all” or they ask me if a man hurt me in my past. Why does there have to be something wrong with me just because I insist on being respected?

I tell people I’m a feminist and they look at me with confusion. What is a feminist, anyway? Many people (male and female) hear the word and they think of a radical bra-burning, man hating, ugly, lesbian who is under the delusion that they’re lives and treatment need to be equal.

That’s both offensive and limiting. Women are diverse. Our wants are diverse yet men assume we are all the same and treat us as such. A feminist is someone who believes in the social equality of all people regardless of gender. A feminist is someone who believes in respect for another human being regardless of gender. A feminist believes that being a man does not make you more powerful or more entitled to me, a woman. But I’m finding out now that people who hold this belief are few and far between.

Sexism is another unbelievable term. Even today, men are startled by the idea that women are oppressed anywhere outside of the Middle East. Why is it so unbelievable that in 2014 there is still harassment and discrimination against women? Why is my word and experience not enough to prove that the tragedy still exists?

It saddens me to admit that most of this discrimination and harassment comes from black men, my so called “brothers”.  How am I supposed to be responsible for lifting your spirits in a world that beats down upon you while you, the black man, is constantly berating me? Not only must I bear your suffering, but I must suffer under you. That’s not to say men of other races are excluded from harassment epidemic. When white men approach me the first thing they comment on are my lips, my hair, my hips, my breast and how they “always wanted a black women” as if all women of color are interchangeable and to have one is to have us all. As if having me at all is even an option, just because you want me. As if!

I confess to feeling a little depressed and powerless in these scenarios because in reality, I am somewhat powerless. Sometimes I feel like the only beings with the power to make any real change in the way women are treated and reacted to are the main ones responsible for the oppression. Women’s issues are everyone’s issues. And yet I feel constantly alone and criticized for crying wolf and calling men out on their privilege and outrageous behavior.

To the men out there, in case you still need convincing of your innate privilege given to you simply by being male (especially if you happen to be a white upper middle class male over 5’7″), allow me to break it down:

No reporter ever asks men how they plan to balance both their family and their career. (That’s a woman’s concern, right?)
Should you decide to run for office, political commentators will have nothing to say about what you wear to the podium.
Your value and intelligence are not directly linked to your sexual expression or lack thereof.
What goes on in your reproductive system is not under government regulation.
You can expect to see a group of men on a reality TV show who are not fighting. (“Bad Boys Club” just wouldn’t sell)
You can walk down the street at night (or anytime of day, really) and not be concerned for your sexual safety. (Do they make anti-rape, boxers yet?)
You can go nearly anywhere in the world and be allowed to wear what you want, go where you want, ride a bike, vote, go to school, work, pretty much do anything you want because you have a penis.
You aren’t criticized or called some variation of whore for appearing in public in minimal clothes (go shirtless if you want to, guys. Show off those abs!)
You can feel the freedom and right and even responsibility to comment on this article and tell me that my life experience and my opinions written here are wrong.
I have no ending for this piece. Just a plea for people to treat me (and others) with the respect I deserve not because I’m cute, or because I yelled at you and demanded that you speak to me with respect. But because I’m a human being. Not an object of your affection existing for your protection and attention That’s all.

Part II: Stalked and Harassed for Months by a Black Man: Baltimore City, Maryland

So the State filed the charges and set the court date. My case started with a male judge when called but was interrupted when another judge took over the day’s docket. Before the second judge took over the judge was already entering the order and stated Defendant cannot contact the victim or go near her job which, thank G-d he did not disclose.  After reading the charges, the judge began to ask me a series of questions:

Do you know the Defendant?
My response: “No.”

Is he a relative?
My response: “No.”

Is he a friend? Former boyfriend?
My response: “No” and “no.”

Did you date?
My response: “No.”

Did you work together?
My response: “No.”

It was apparent that the judge was attemoting to find a logical connection between myself and the assailant and finally realized there was nothing rational about the black male defendant and his conduct (though logic dictates he was likely a rapist).

I continued to explain that the Defendant was a total stranger and that his conduct lasted several months and no matter what preventative or offensive measures I took, the Defendant would still harass me and know what time I walked to the train station to commute to work. The judge’s mouth literally dropped. The judge put the harassment charge on hold and granted me an immediate protective order.

The judge explained to the black male defendant that he cannot speak to me, bother harass follow me or contact me in any way. The judge asked the black brute whether he understood the terms and conditions of the order. At this point the brute flipped over the courtroom table and began yelling at the judge. I was near the bailiff who kind of gestured me to stay back. The bailiff instructed me to wait until he left the courtroom and floor of the building before I went to the Clerk’s office to get a copy of the protective order.
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In essence, he confirmed what the judges knew: This black inner city male was a predator and victims needed protection from this type of menace to society.

Imagine that– a protective order against a total stranger for a year. I had no reason to stay in that City as I wasn’t from there and was already looking for a new job. I relocated out of there soon after the order expired. Black men have cause me post traumatic stress disorder and I have ample reason to keep away from them.

Black men still don’t get it. Black men have yet to leave me alone.

Stalked and Harassed for Months by a Black Man: Baltimore City, Maryland

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Street and/or Sexual Harassment is NOT OKAY

Street and/or Sexual Harassment is NOT OKAY

a time when I worked and lived in Baltimore City I would take what they claimed to be the subway to work as I didn’t have a car at the time.

During the Fall and winter season it was daylight savings time. For at least two months I was all of a sudden being harassed by a burly black male who was taller than me. He would walk with 5 of his blue collar co-workers and cut through the apartment complex where I lived. They would laugh as they were being entertained or pretend like they did not witness the street harassment. Apparently being a covered Sunni Muslim Black woman is nothing but a big joke to Black “Christian” males.

It was generally snide or inappropriate remarks or comments coupled with repulsive laughter. Because it was daylight savings time I had difficulty identifying the culprit and his gang. The one thing I noticed was that no matter what time i left my apartment they would still appear and we crossed paths. The other oddity I noticed is that whenever I ended up walking with residents of other buildings in the complex he wouldn’t even look at me–obviously he didn’t want any witnesses for what he was planning.

After I noticed the pattern I began to document the date and times of the street harassment and the different times each early morning I changed my departure to avoid them but they were still there taunting and mocking my very existence as a not just a woman of color but a G-d fearing one.

Apparently the black thug could no longer take my attempts to ignore his predatory and harassing behavior one morning. Daylight savings time was ending so it was getting brighter earlier. As I was rushing to work one day I was fastening the buttons to my winter coat while walking on the sidewalk within the apartment complex. All of a sudden, the burly large black male was less than a foot in front of me. I was completely startled and with a smirk he mockingly stated “let me help you with that” and reached for the buttons on the front of my coat. It was by G-d’s grace that I had quick reflexes and jumped back before he could actually touch me or my clothing. I began to yell at this predatory “Christian” black male and stated “stop bothering me” and” leave me alone!” The criminal poignantly stated “one of these days I’m going to get you.” Upset, I hurriedly rushed to the transit station and told the empoyee what happened and he said he was calling the police.

I waited for the police to arrive and explained to him what happened. The police asked me if I could I identify him and I told him yes an that I got a good look at his work uniform which bore a company logo. The police officer escorted me to the company showroom floor and we asked to speak to a supervisor or manager. A white male appeared and the officer asked for workers who just arrived to work and explained the incident After the manager brought some out i identified the assaulter and some of his companions. The police officer filled out a report and took the brute’s identifying information. The State’s Attorney filed Harassment and Stalking charges against him. Please see the next post for Part II.

The Daily Show with Jon Stewart: Street Harassment: Come take a Walk With Me, Correspondent Jessica

Interesting, it’s everywhere. Out of control men without self-restraint. My favorite part “you can walk down the street in a burka, you can walk down the street in a bikini, it doesn’t matter.” (see clip at 4:11) Yep, American men continue in their degenerative sjon stewarttate in 2014 to be the biggest street/sexual harassers whether it is the suburbs or the inner city. But in Maryland the reality is that it is primarily Black “Christian” men.

The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, October 2, 2014, Segment with Correspondent Jessica

http://thedailyshow.cc.com/videos/5ndnit/jessica-s-feminized-atmosphere

Is there any hope?

Barnes & Noble Bookstore, NW Washington, DC

One day after work in NW, Washington, DC I was walking towards the Bank of America ATM at the Barnes & Noble bookstore north of the FBI Building. As it was not yet sunset but towards dusk I made sure to look to both my right and left after crossing the street. As I approached closer to the ATM machine a brawny, dark skinned black male who appeared to Barnes-and-Noblehave weighed 280 lbs or more, about 57 years of age, was rapidly approaching me at a diagonal. I was able to see him when he was less than a little over 2 feet away from me and immediately went inside the Barnes & Noble and asked for a manager.

I informed him that there was a black male hovering near the ATM machine to which the manager (white male) acknowledged was aware of. I then asked him he would escort me to the ATM and wait until my transaction was complete.

As we exited the Barnes & Noble the black male was still there as I was the first oeraon he saw. When he saw the manager (white male) immediately behind me and waiting for me to to use the ATM the black male immediately retreated and began to leave. I took an offensive measure and it worked.

I thanked the manager who still waited and watched me cross the street in the direction I was headed.

“It’s the media. The media has distorted our image to make us look bad. Please cut the xxxxxx bull****….When I am at the money machine, I’m not looking for the media. I’m looking for n*****s.”
-Chris Rock, Comedian