I was sitting on the bus minding my business.  There were two middle aged Negroes on the bus talking to each other and to a woman about their age.  Occasionally, they'd also talk to some white men that were sitting across from them.  After the woman that they already knew got off, the monkeys sat their sights on me.  One monkey looked at me and was like "look at dat pretty girl right der...ain't youz a pretty girl...hi purdy girl" in a syrupy sweet mocking voice like I was two years old.  I answered "hello" in a blunt voice that did nothing to hide my irritation.  "Aw, why you wanna be like dat" the coon said "I just likes to have fun".  "Fine" I said but I was still leary of him as I should've been.  He started telling me a lot of crap that I knew wasn't true to mock me.  He'd tell me that the other man with him was his uncle even though he was clearly older than the other man.  As we were pulling up to the bus stop where the bus had to wait for a few minutes, I saw someone I knew out of the bus window and I smiled and waved.  "Aw, she happy" the ringleader said grinning at me like I was some puppy.  I said that the person I waved at was my friend.  He ignored me and kept repeating the "aw she happy" phrase like I was some drooling toddler.  I put on my headphones because I was tired of hearing the chimp.  "She don't wanna hear no mo" the coon said to the other.  Both men got off to smoke.  The whites got off to smoke too.  When they got back on, one of the white men they were talking to earlier sat in front of me.  The ringleader coon sat in front of him and his other quieter buddy sat in the aisle beside me.  The bus drove on.  The coon that was sitting in front of the white man started giving me that mocking grin again and waving his long arms wildly at me to get my attention. The white man was trying to continue their conversation but he wasn't even paying attention to the white man (rude in itself but I digress).  When I looked up he pointed at the other man across from me as if to say, "he's trying to get your attention".  I looked at the other man (who was simply quieter and sneakier than the other) and he said "aw man why you had to tell her?".   He was obviously making lewd or inappropirate gestures behind my back and making fun of me and the monkey in the front of me took great delight in this.  The white man just kept tring to get the monkey back on their conversation so he'd leave me alone.  The monkeys' behavior was just like the behavior of a bunch of grade school boys and they were middle aged men degrading someone they were old enough to have sired.  They must have been even dumber than they looked if they thought I was going to sit there and take that crap...I packed up my stuff and moved to another chair.  One monkey was like "shit you made her leave".  The other was like "bye baby".  I couldn't tell which was which as I had my back to them as I was leaving.  Later, the ringleader monkey got off.  When I got off, the quieter sneakier monkey was still on the bus.  He refused to make eye contact with me.  Isn't it just like 'em to be cowardly?  The white men they were with were what you would call "white trash" but even they were polite and they left me alone.  This proves that the lowest white is not half as bad as a coon.  This whole incident was wrong because they were too old to being doing this and they had no right to harass and belittle me---someone who wasn't bothering them.  This situation humiliated me.  These men degraded me and gave me a phobia of being around more than 1 black man at a time (especially middle aged or older blacks)...it feels like a herd of 'em to me and I just don't trust them not to bother me.  I am also afraid of catching the public transportation but I have no choice.  The entire time this was going on, I was afraid one of them may try to physically do something to me and even if I did complain to the driver, I am not sure they would've taken it seriously.

 

 

I was coming home from school after a long hard day of school.  I was wearing long blue widelegged jeans, a jacket and my hair was out and pulled back with a headband.  I was also wearing sunglasses.  Near my residence, there are sometimes Mestizos doing landscaping.  As I rounded the corner, a fat nasty Mestizo spotted me and looked up as if he were thinking, "Dear God, it's a female, I must let her know that I know this and that I have the right to make her feel uncomfortable at any where and anytime.  It's my birthright as a mayun!"  He started whooping and making these noises at me like I was some sort of animal.  All the men turned to look at me like I was on exhibit at the zoo.  As I got closer to him , he threw himself into his work as if he had done nothing and went around the other side and refused to make eye contact with me.  How cowardly...at least own up to what you've done.  The white man was sitting there looking stupid and red-faced and was laughing (as if this middle school behavior is actually funny) and said, "it wasn't me".  I went into the house humiliated that I'd just been treated like some hooker on the corner and embarassed in front of all of these men. Granted, the white man didn't start it and didn't say anything, but if you all claim to be members of the "master race", then don't go along with harassment of women.  There's nothing funny about it.  This was wrong because I'd already had a difficult day.  You don't know what people have been through when you decide to harass for your own pleasure.  You don't disrespect me by making noises at me like some animal. People pooh pooh harassment by workmen saying, "these are hardworking men and they just like to look at the ladies" but the women they're harassing work as well.  Simply leave people alone.  It's that simple.

 

 

I was walking throught the parking lot one winter day dressed in a knee length black coat and hood.  My eyes were covered by sunglasses, my hands by gloves and I was carrying a rolling backpack.  I walked by a waiting cab.  Of course, the cab was being driven by a dark skinned, long faced, middle aged, sneaky looking, leering eyed coon.  He leered at me with interest but like  the cowards they are, didn't attempt to say anything until after I'd passed the car. "Hey shortay" he croaked.  During this time, I was undergoing my transformation so I refused to sit there and just let him objectify me like that when I was dressed conservatively.  I said to the coon, "Number one, you're too old for me.  Number two, you're cowardly.  Number three, you don't holler out of car windows at me like I'm some whore".  He tried to start cussing and arguing and drove up to me talking shit and threatening to run me over.  I just walked off and reported him.  Games are for children...I don't play with middle aged primates.  This situation was wrong because if you are not my equal and cannot talk to me with respect, leave me alone.  I was trying to get home from school in the cold without having to put up with all of this extra crap out of harassers. He also had no right to react violently to me for defending my honor when he was the one who was wrong.  This incident impacted me because I didn't know if he'd get violent.  Every since that day, I am constantly watching my ass in parking lots...I never walk through them because I don't know who may be lurking...I walk on the outskirts even though it takes longer.  I just cannot deal with the harassment anymore.  I'm tired of it and I'm fed up.

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These are just among the many subtle and not so subtle cases of harassment I've put up with.  These men have probably long ago forgotten what they've done.  Men just don't sem to understand the impact harassment has on women.  Even the men who don't harass, just don't get it and often try to sugarcoat the harassment or try to tell us we don't have the right to react to it in a certain way.  I've had more problems with older men harassing and I know why.  They grew up in the era before modern women's rights and unless they are killing a woman they think they have the right to stare you down, eyerape you, make noises at you, talk smack to you, make the dumbass comments etc.  I am doubly uneasy around middle aged and older men.  I don't trust them and I don't want to be around those people.  Harassment is not a game...it has significantly altered my life and the lives of countless women.