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There's this insane interaction going on over at Craigslist the last couple of days about what I would call "street harassment" and what some men (apparently) would call normal ways of approaching strangers on the street.

Street harassment is a subject that I've thought about a lot over the last several years since we talk about it in the self-defense class I teach, but also something that has affected me personally in varying degrees and for different reasons for most of my post-adolescent life. I always believed that there was much more to it than a man trying to get a woman to talk to him on the street (to what? date? fuck? fall in love?), but was surprised nonetheless to see how sexist, elitist, racist, etc. these men were in their whining and complaining that "San Francisco women are the bitchiest women in the world."

Not only did men reduce women over and over again to their genetalia, referring to them as "pussy" or claiming that they "import their pussy" from other cities since San Francisco is overflowing with rude women who don't respond to their overtures. They even sited "statistics." For example, apparently "in Los Angeles, 1/10 women might respond in a rude manner to a friendly comment," whereas in San Francisco, "a man is lucky if 1/10 women respond in a friendly manner to a friendly comment." Oh, and lest that not impress upon you his vast knowledge of women all over the world, he asserts that "a majority of women under the age of fifty (in SF) have humungous chips on their shoulders." Remember, these men (for the most part) aren't talking about meeting women in clubs or bars or any other social setting. These are women on the street who are being "bitchy," "rude," "too good," by not responding to cat-calls and other sorts of comments from men.

They asserted everything from "black women are more likely to be friendly and respond" to "most of the women in San Francisco are lesbians." They had no problem saying they would *not* approach a woman who was not traditionally attractive or that women's fears about violence against women by men are unfounded and indeed (it seems to some of the men) laughable.

It's always seemed to me that men believe the street belongs to them. That a woman's place is still in the home and when women go out into the street/workplace/etc., men are ENTITLED not only to comment on their tits, their ass, their legs, but to tell them to "Smile," to ask for their number to make disgusting noises as women walk by. Women who don't respond to this kind of behavior are uptight, rude bitches whose purpose in life is to tease men or angry dykes who hate them.

As a woman, I cannot conceive of asking a stranger to "smile" when I passed her on the street, as if her sole purpose for existing was to decorate my scenery. But I think the main point here is how connected this behavior is to sexism and to other types of oppression. Men cannot understand what it's like to live in a world where women are raped every three seconds, cannot understand how it feels for a stranger to comment on our body parts, cannot understand what it's like for women, who so often are blamed for bringing attacks on themselves when they are victimized. Just as I cannot understand or profess to tell a woman of color what it's like to live in a white dominated society that treats them as second class citizens, men cannot pretend to know what's going on for the woman who does not respond to their, "Hey baby," or "Nice rack."

But there are good guys out there. There are. Guys who cross the street when approaching a woman from behind at night, knowing she might be startled. Men who wouldn't dream of telling a woman to smile unless he was taking her picture. Men who want their daughters to learn to fight back. Men who are invested in being part of the solution. 'Cause let's face it folks, if men want to live in a world where women can respond without hesitation when they say, "Hello," on the street, they need to be commited to ending violence against women. They need to make the connection between that comment and rape, between women's desire to live free, whole lives and women wanting to walk down the street without being leered at by men, most of whom are not dangerous, but some of whom are.

Now, I also want to poke a little hole in the idea that only men of color or working class men are the problem, because I know that perception is out there. These men who were sniveling and whining and carrying on on Craigslist, for the most part identified themselves as young, white men all of whom have internet access and the luxury to sit around a gripe about it on Craigslist all day.

There is so much to say and I'm tiring of the subject, so I'll leave you with a poem I think says it best. It's intense. It's raw. It's ugly and frightening, but let's face it, the level of violence women face every single day is not so pretty either. I think, too, of the Ani Difranco line: "And don't you think it's sad that we can't even say hello, 'cause you're a man and I'm a woman and the sun is getting low."

With No Immediate Cause

by: Ntozake Shange

every 3 minutes a woman is beaten
every five minutes a
woman is raped/every ten minutes
a little girl is molested
yet I rode the subway today
I sat next to an old man who
may have beaten his old wife
3 minutes ago or 3 days/30 years ago
he might have sodomized his daughter
but I sat there
cuz the men on the train
might beat some young women
later in the day or tomorrow
I might not shut my door fast
enough push hard enough
every 3 minutes it happens
some women's innocence
rushes to her cheeks/pours from her mouth
like the betsy wetsy dolls have been torn
apart/their mouths
menses red split/every
three minutes a shoulder
is jammed through plaster and the oven door/
chairs push thru the rib cage/hot water or
boiling sperm decorate her body
I rode the subway today
and bought a paper from an east Indian man who might
have held his old lady onto
a hot pressing iron/ I didn't know
maybe he catches little girls in the
parks and rips open their behinds
with steel rods/ I can not decide
what he might have done I
know every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes every 10 minutes
I boughtt the paper
looking for the announcement
there has to be an announcement
of the women's bodies fond
yesterday the missing little girl
I sat in a restaurant with my
paper looking for the announcement
a young man served me coffee
I wondered did he pour the boiling
coffee on the woman because she was stupid
did he put the infant girl in
the coffee pot because she cried too much
what exactly did he do with hot coffee
I looked for the announcement
the discover of the dismembered
woman's body
victims have not all been
identified today they are
naked and dead/some refuse to
testify girl out of 10 is not
coherent/ I took the coffee
and spit it up I found an
announcement/ not the woman's
bloated body in the river floating
not the child bleeding in the
59th street corridor/ not the baby
broken on the floor/

"there is some concern
that alleged battered women
might start to murder their husbands and lovers with no
immediate cause"

I spit up I vomit I am screaming
we all have immediate cause
every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes
every 10 minutes
every day
women's bodies are found
in alleys and bedrooms/at the top of the stairs
before I ride the subway/buy a paper of drink
coffee from your hands I must know
have you hurt a woman today
did you beat a woman today
throw a child cross a room
are the little girl's pants in your pocket
did you hurt a woman today
I have to ask these obscene questions
I must know you see
the authorities require us to
establish
immediate cause

every three minutes
every five minutes
every ten minutes
every day

October 10, 2002

V-Day - Stop The Violence