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Within a few months of moving to Chichester here I have been verbally and physically harrased on three separate occasions.
1) I decided to get some fresh air and exercise by going for a walk in the park, as I passed a group of 3 male teenagers (16-18 I’d guess) I was met with ‘hey fatty’ and a football being intentionally placed and kicked at me over the barrier of the basketball court they were playing in. I wanted to pick up their ball and walk away with it but all I managed to do was to retort over my shoulder ‘you missed’.
2) I was walking home from an evening out after work. Deciding to take the slightly longer route and stick to the main road (rather than cutting through a lane) as it was late and dark. I parted company with the last of the group walking in that direction and a few minutes later a small black car came racing down the road towards me. I suddenly felt something hit me hard on my chest and shoulder. The group of lads in the car had thrown a full Macdonalds drink at me at speed. The force left my shoulder sore and bruised for the next few days, I’m just glad it didn’t hit me in the face as at that speed the ice could have done some damage.
3) Finally, after deciding that I would try (again) to be more active I chose to walk to work one morning. On my way, an elderly man was walking towards me on the same side as the road, and behind me, I was aware that a young (probably 20s/30s) man was out running and was coming up behind me. As the runner passed me the elderly man was almost infront of me, he looked at the runner, (who just passed on his way), looked at me and you ‘You should be doing that’. ARGH! I’m sure he thought he was being funny but I was clearly dressed for work and having specifically decided to WALK to work to get some exercise, I am confronted with that attitude. I might as well have driven.
It’s so frustrating to have your efforts at getting some exercise or simply walking home to be met with the message that it’s not good enough. Result = I haven’t gone for a walk in the park or walked to work since, and although I will still walk home after a night out, I take a different route.
This was in Gosport rather than Portsmouth but I need to share as its left me disproportionately shaken… On the bus coming home from work (4pm) and the man sat in front of me turned around and starting chanting, “Get your tits out” over and over. I could smell alcohol on him but I hate the fact this can be used as an excuse. The bus was packed and not a single person said anything. I got off the bus and walked the last 15 mins home
Minding my own business walking to a lecture at 5 o’clock. Noticed two men parked in a car on the other side of the road in the corner of my eye but did not give them any attention. As I walked past one yelled “all right gorgeous, yeah I’m talking to you in the maroon jacket, come over here, come over here”
Felt very intimidated and uneasy.
A girl was walking along getting faster, looking uncomfortable. I didn’t realise until she had walked too far that this was due to a group (2 males and 1 female) who were following behind with voices getting louder as she got further away. As she crossed the road, so did they.
About a year ago, some bloke said to me ‘How much are you?’ This was in the middle of the day while I was out running on Southsea seafront, near the rock gardens. I carried on running. I felt annoyed that this happened. He was with another man who laughed.
I was on my way to an early dentist appointment, it was not even 9am. As I was walking down the street, a male in a BMW passed by slowly. He turned to me and looked up and down the full length of my body a couple of times, with a smirk on his face, before mouthing something at me that I didn’t hear because he had the window closed. The look in his eye was very telling. He wanted to publicly own my body for those 10 seconds.
Myself and a colleague were walking to a meeting at the civic and we walked round the back of the library to get to the Guildhall steps. As we were walking round we were wolfe whistled not once but 3 times and as we turned around 2 of the workmen (working on the back of the library) started heckling at us. After our meeting we went into the library and made a formal complaint. As we walked back through they did the same thing again. Totally disgusted at this genuine display of harrassment in the street in the middle of the day.
Will update once i have heard back from the library as whoever the company is has been contracted by PCC to carry out the work on the library.
This happened on Sunday
Me and my friends had been larking about on the beach near Portsmouth Pyramids wearing stuff we had decorated earlier, some of our group of six had wandered on whilst my friend Mike decided to take our “no solution without revolution” flag we had been waving around up to the massive steep concrete bit, I was wearing some tinsel around my neck and my other mate Greg, (who is quite androgynous looking and was wearing red nail polish and a t-shirt designed for women) was there.
As Mike came down the slope, and we went to catch up with our other friends, a large male in a branded black t-shirt, light short(or shaved?) hair and sunglasses propped up on his head, with full coloured sleeve tattoos was behind some bushes pelting us with rocks that were about an inch in size as we walked past, One hit Mike square in his chest, between the clavicle bones, then 2 more stones were aimed at Stef and me but missed. I turned to face him and said “what the fuck?” and was almost about to go up and challenge the guy, but I saw his size and build, Greg and Mike aren’t big built guys or anything like that, I’m quite short and tomboyish looking, and it just felt really surreal to see an adult acting in a way you’d expect a teenager or young lad to behave. I’m not from Portsmouth, and although I wanted to go over and challenge the guy, (I’m not that timid, usually) I really didn’t want my friends or myself to get beaten on or assaulted more seriously than had already happened, and the idea of making my ride home wait for a police report or worse situation put me off challenging the guy. I got home and my boyfriend said I should have called the police or something, it felt a bit late for that after the fact, and I didn’t take a photo or anything that could be used to identify the guy so I posted it here. He didn’t say anything, so I’m not entirely sure of his particular motivations. I put transphobia down as one of the tags as Greg is somewhat genderqueer, but it could have been anything from the way we were dressed to the flag.
I really wish I’d acted on my usual instinct in this kind of situation where I’m usually quick to react and call someone out.