“Life for women & girls in SA… harassment just seems to be an accepted part of it!”

One… just ONE story. Hmm. Ok! Last day of primary school (12 years old) and my best friend & I are walking home in Plumstead (Cape Town) when a truck passes us. As we wait on the side of the road IN our school uniforms, the man in the front seat wolf-whistles at us and makes a gesture which I was, at the time, quite confused about (blow-job mouth & hand movement). As the kid in class who never swore or did bad things, I was shocked to find myself showing him the finger in anger & then spent the rest of the week (nay, much more!) feeling guilty about the fact that I ever did something that rude to anybody (Catholic school does that!). I think the worst thing about it at the time was how my anger at his lewdness turned me into somebody I didn”t really identify with, and was horrified to discover. I was a good kid, and he\’d made me feel so disgusting that I acted out. Uff, that was one of the early stories. Life for women & girls in SA… harassment just seems to be an accepted part of it!

LOCATION: Plumstead, Cape Town

POSTED BY: Terry

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