Category Archives: North Capitol st

Do I need to grow thicker skin?

I was on my way home from Thanksgiving in New York with my family. My train got into Union Station a little late, so I decided to take a cab so that I could get home quickly without having to drag my luggage through the Metro. After waiting in the taxi line for 10 minutes or so, I get in a cab. He seemed a little irritated that I kept my suitcase with me in the back seat (instead of putting it in the trunk so that he could get an additional fee), but it didn’t seem like a big deal.

After we get a block or two away from the station, we pass a young college-student-type guy on the street, dragging a big duffel bag and trying to hail a cab. The driver of my cab wants to pick this guy up too, and I say no. It’s against the rules for a cab driver to pick up additional passengers like that! So the cab driver immediately starts cursing at me and kicks me out of the cab.

At this point, I’m angry, so I flip him off and tell him to fuck off. At which point he starts saying, “You want to fuck me? Yeah, girl, you should come right over here and fuck me.” Repeatedly. Clearly, he’s more interested in antagonizing me than in picking up another fare, since the college kid hailed another cab so that I could get away. Unfortunately, I was too rattled to get the cab driver’s information or remember the name of the cab company.

I called my mom afterward, and she told me that I shouldn’t have antagonized him, and that I need to grow a thicker skin. Not exactly helpful.

Submitted by KBF

Location: Massachusetts Ave & North Capitol

Time of harassment:  Night (7:30P-12A)

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“Hey, Baby”

I am walking to meet my girlfriend for lunch. We spot each other approaching and she begins running toward me down the block. Out of nowhere, a voice calls out to me, “Hey, Baby.” I turn to glare at two men sitting in a parked car. The man in the passenger seat yells, “What’s the matter, you don’t like Black people?” I turn and reply, “That’s my girlfriend.” I skip over to my girlfriend (who just so happens to be Black). We embrace, then walk back down the street arm-and-arm. The car drives by and the man shouts, “You really weren’t joking!”

Submitted by Whitney on 10/26/10

Location: G St. NW and North Capitol

Time: Day time (9:30-3:30)

My Outfit Is Not An Invitation

Photo by marina guimarães via Flickr

I came home from an evening out at around 11:30pm and there was a big cookout and party going on in the alley behind my house. I’m friendly with some of the guys who hang out in my area (they used to live in the area and come back to hang out) and one of them called out to me as I passed by the party. I went over to say hello and maybe shake hands as we often do. This time however, after commenting on how cute I looked, the guy put one arm around me in a quick one-arm hug. Fine, okay. But then with that hand he gently stroked my hip before releasing me.

I want to be able to dress nicely — yes, showing a little skin but not a scandalous amount — without having guys think that it’s for *them*. Just because I want to look pretty and feel good about my outfit does not mean that it is an invitation to you, jerk.

Later in the evening I went back out in a neighborly effort, and a different guy who I know in passing but not by name came up to see if I was taken care of or if I needed anything. Let me be clear that I have never had a conversation with this man, yet he felt entitled to take my hand in his as he asked me if I needed anything.

As far as harassment goes, these instances we pretty low on the intensity scale. What most frustrated me about the events was the evening was the overwhelming sense that I can’t be friendly with my neighbors (20 years my senior) without them taking it as an invitation. They know I’m seeing someone. I make a point to shake their hands like I see them do with other guys. I don’t want to be rude to them, but keep your damn hands to yourself, and quit telling me how cute I am.

Submitted by Anonymous on 7/19/2010

Location: North Capitol & Bryant St

Time of Harassment:Night (7:30P-12A)

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