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This morning 4/14/2010 on a Jamaica-bound F train at about 7:15am a man got on at Roosevelt Ave and sat down next to a woman who had been sleeping since midtown. He was trying to lay his arm touching hers. I was watching him and he started staring at me, then he put his hands down his pants for about 15 seconds. When I called the 212-267-rape hotline just now (10:30am) to report what he had been doing to the woman, the operator who answered the call told me that if the woman was an adult she has to report it herself. I called right back to add that he had put his hands down his pants in front of everyone, and she said the same thing again, in the same cold tone, and did not try to soothe me at all. She said that if I really wanted to report it I could go to some office at the Union Turnpike station. The bottom line is that I was exposed to sexual misconduct, and when I sought help there was none. The next time I’m in Queens I’ll go to look for the place the operator told me to look for, but the way that woman handled my call was so harmful. I feel more traumatized now than I did before.

(reposted from HollaBackNYC)

I was leaning up against the metal rails on an already crowded N train when the door opened and even more passengers got on. One passenger took the opportunity to smoosh himself right up against my backside after the doors closed and apparently was just planning on remaining that way. I started to turn myself entirely around to face him and move away, meanwhile saying “Oh NO, no no no no.” This pissed him off and he started shoving me. I looked at him and in my loudest HollaBack voice said to him and the other passengers, “LOOK–I just don’t want your COCK pressed up against my BUTT. Is that so hard to understand? I think that’s a pretty reasonable expectation.” He said “That’s why I was turning around” and turned around. Mission accomplished.

Was anyone on the Brooklyn bound N train around 8:30ish Monday night where there was this creepo in a giant black coat with a huge hood on with a skirt over his pants and black gloves walking through the train groping himself and then touching women? If so, please contact me (missgeorgiawarren@gmail.com), I tried to get this guy busted by the police after he attempted to accost me but they just let him go, didn’t even charge him or anything.

The whole ordeal is pretty sickening, I reported the incident to the conductor, the police FINALLY came 20 minutes later, then told me there was nothing to do about it and let him go. I argued with them for a good 20 minutes along with another eye witness and then finally left. I followed up with the precinct and filed a formal complaint, have the cops badge numbers and info and have been checking in regularly, and the cops botched the report and said that there were no victims present and no eye witnesses. This guy is still out there right now and it makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it.

Anyone with a similar story wanted to file a suit? I’ve already filed an official complaint.

(This incident is reposted from HollaBackNYC and occurred on a NYC mass transit bus)

This guy was sexually harassing my friend by groping & pinching her behind! I asked politely to apologize, he didn’t, so I took a video…

(reposted from HollaBackNYC)

It was about 9am this morning and I got off at 72nd street to transfer to the downtown 1. The platform was pretty packed and I though to myself that a train hadn’t come in a while, regardless of how packed it was I was going to get on. Lucky me (I thought at the time) the train showed up a couple of minutes later. We all crowded on. And if you’re in NYC you know the trains can get super packed at this time. I was right at the door and someone squeezed in behind me. I didn’t give it much thought. A little into the ride i think i felt something on my butt but I couldn’t be sure because I had on a long, down coat (thank the Lord for this). I started to feel uncomfortable and I pushed my pelvis forward so that my ass was no longer rubbing against anyone. I also moved myself to the side a little but there wasn’t anywhere to go.

At the next stop the guy got off and I looked dead at him and saw that his hand was covered in cum. I panicked and looked at my coat and sure enough there was cum all over my coat.

Ladies, this guy is still out there and I’m going to keep my guard up and if I see him again (and I feel that I will) I’m getting a picture. I was in complete shock when this happened so I was a bit flustered but now during my commutes I’m going to try to find him. That smug look as he got off is forever etched in my mind.

Submitted by J.

Was anyone on the F train Saturday evening, January 30th, going from Brooklyn to Manhattan around 6:30? Did anyone see the man who was hiding his face completely except for his eyes? He had a scarf wrapped around his face and a wool cap pulled down, and all the way from Brooklyn to the 2nd Avenue stop, he never showed his face. It made people nervous.

I saw him make a gesture as if he was signaling to someone at the opposite end of the car. My friend and I got off at 2nd Avenue and he did too. I stopped and pretended I was looking in my purse for something, and he stopped also, looking at us. We sped up the stairs and he did also. I enter this post because I wonder if anyone reading this saw him, or if anyone does, to be careful.

At the token booth, we stopped and he stopped behind us, again. We told the clerk and while my friend was telling her, the guy was looking at me and he was moving his hand in his pocket for a long time as if he was going to pull something out. I was so afraid he was a nut who was going to pull a knife, or something.

My friend confronted him and asked why he was following us. He then pulled out a Metro card and said he was just going to check it, and that we were following him. Then he pulled the scarf down from his face and said he thought we saw his face on the train. How could we, when it was covered? He was lying, and he had been getting off on scaring us. It was very perverse and strange.

We then left and he didn’t seem to follow us, or we didn’t see him, at least. But it was really unnerving. I think he is very disturbed. His behavior was sadistic and I think he could be dangerous.

(reposted from HollaBackNYC)

In response to the Cyan Brown story:

I used to use this train station every day to commute to Manhattan and I am not shocked at all by what happened to this young woman. These guys who hang out in front of that train station are getting more bolder by the day. One can only wonder if there’s more to the story, but being that I am familiar with this train station, I don’t doubt anything at all. During the summer time, while buying a metro card, I’ve was grabbed and told “One of my boys wants to rape you” by a group of guys hanging out in that station. Snapping a picture of these guys would probably result in physical injuries or getting your phone broken, so I unfortunately, that was something I wouldn’t even think of doing. Needless to say, I no longer use that station. I walk 6 blocks to the 2nd nearest train station just to be on the safe side. I would not be surprised if the same guys who used to harass me are the ones involved in that article.

(reposted from HollaBack NYC)

I was on the 7 train going into Manhattan a few weeks ago. The car I was in wasn’t very crowded, and there was plenty of room for people to sit, or at least not have to crowd each other while standing. I was sitting on the train playing on my iPhone when we suddenly went underground so I put my phone down and decided to look around the car and people watch. When I looked to my left, I noticed a man in his 30s standing in front of a girl who was sitting on the train. At first I didn’t think much of it, but when I looked a second time I noticed his sweatpants were pulled tight against his crotch. I looked again and saw that he was purposefully standing in front of the girl, pulling his pants tight against his erection. She was trying to look down at her phone to avoid looking at his thingy. I regret not taking his photo because I’m sure he’s done this to others.

(reposted from HollaBackNYC as an update from “I didn’t think he’d be able to get one past me” )

It happened on Wednesday evening during rush hour and I found the number for the NYC sex crimes hotline (212) 267-RAPE finally yesterday and called. They were so nice and called me back after having spoken with the transit precinct in my area that would handle the situation. She asked me if I would be willing to go out there and look through some mugshots and press charges. I was beside myself–I felt grateful someone had even answered the phone, let alone that they were taking the situation seriously. I said absolutely and took the train straight out to the precinct, which is actually located in the Van Wyck Blvd. subway station in Queens.

The officer was expecting me and got some initial information and had her partner take the full report. I described the guy to the best of my ability–I gave estimates of his weight and height and I could remember some of the details of his face and what he was wearing. She asked if I would be able to pick him out of some photos and I said sure I would try. She asked why I didn’t report it after it happened because there had been an officer on that platform at that time and it could have facilitated the process. I just told her because I was shaken up and didn’t think it would make a difference. I just wasn’t prepared for something like that to happen and didn’t want to get off at the same stop as the creep, either. Read more…

(reposted from HollaBack NYC)

A five foot tall man with a cap got on the W train at 59th St/Lexington during evening rush hour without any bags and carrying nothing. I was standing right by the door and I got a bad feeling about him as he got on, especially seeing the sideways glance a middle school age girl was giving him as she backed away from him and moved onto the train. I didn’t think he’d be able to get one past me so I carried on, reading my book and keeping a sideways glance on him.

The car was packed and he was so sly–inching closer and closer as I silently questioned if he was too close. His face was getting all contorted and he was breathing weird but out of the corner of my eye I could see that his face and torso were facing forward, so it didn’t appear he was pressing himself up against me. But I’m wondering where his body is and so I look down to see how he is turned and I see his big giant erection. This is when I flip out and start shoving him and hitting him away from me, pushing myself to the other side of him and shouting YOU F***ING PERVERT GET THE F*** OFF ME. I have always been prepared to be very loud and vocal if this happened to me and so I said very loudly “THIS F***ING CREEP IS RUBBING HIMSELF UP AGAINST ME, THIS F***ING PERVERT.” Read More…