Imagine a railway car, with signs saying “Be a Man, keep your hands to yourself” or “For every girl you harass, imagine a man harassing your mother, daughter, sister, cousin, aunt” or something like that. Imagine a policeman/woman on that car and at every station. Imagine a law that provides that a complaint may be filed if you are the victim of harassment, based solely on your affidavit, and maybe a police report or one witness, but that your affidavit is enough (of course you’d need to catch the guy so I presume police involvement will be required) and even better, a law that provides the ability to sue the city, the state, the government for failing to protect your right to enjoy your life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness because of the repeated stroking of your butt or breast as you commute to work.
Then imagine you, and your friend, and her friend, and the neighbor down the street, and the girl you always see on the 9:10am train to work and the other old aunty who you always give your seat to on the 6:03 train home and your cousin and your dance teacher and your fellow students and what the hell, your brother, your husband, your son, your partner of whatever sex, all riding the rails together and raising hell if anyone tries to harass any one of you. Of showing those men who think they own woman and can touch, stare and fondle as they please, that as a society, you all condemn them, and that as a community, you are all watching each others back, and that as one, you will come down on them hard if they try it again.
