Phone tag

Got a call from an officer but we’re playing phone tag.  There are some updates on that end but I’m waiting to actually have a conversation with him before I make any conclusions.  I honestly have been trying to give the folks at the NYPD the benefit of the doubt.

I’ve perused some of the comments to the Gawker and Gothamist post.  Thanks to those who voiced their support and even more thanks to those who shared their stories of similar incidences.  It’s not pleasant to be violated — in public or private — and it can be hard to talk about these things.

Of course there are a few haters and there are people who ask why I didn’t do anything on my own — like kick him or chase him or make a scene.  I’m not sure why it’s not clear that this blog and the reporting that has followed because of it don’t count as “doing something” or “making a scene.”  I’m all about sustainable, systemic change within society and the police system, not just short term solutions that provide gratification for myself.

Update #2

I heard from my new friend/witness Susan.  She exited slightly later than me this morning and she didn’t even see any police officers.  She also has not heard from the officers and instead, had to contact me (thankfully we thought to exchange information) to get the police report number and protocol.

I also want to add that this morning when I was in the subway, I didn’t see any posters or anything alerting riders of the Fulton Pervert.

Gothamist article

Thanks to the folks at Gothamist for picking up on my story.

I really hope this helps spread the word about this perv and that better protocols need to be put in place.  I’m tired of “Oh, it’s New York” as the excuse for why I should have to deal with thinking about where that picture of my butt is.

Update

9:30AM and I’ve just gotten into work.  I wore a dress today.  Ain’t no creeper going to shame me into wearing pants.

I still have not received a phone call or follow up email from any of the officers I dealt with yesterday.

On my way out of the subway I traveled my same route and felt like a crazy person, looking all around me in fear/hope (crazy mix of emotions) of seeing the perpetrator. Fear, because, well you know.  And hope because I want to catch this asshole.  I did not see him.  I was also discouraged to not see any officers inside the subway station.

When I exited the turnstiles, I saw one of yesterday’s officers and his partner standing by the turnstiles.  I approached him and said hello.  I also told him I haven’t heard from anybody yet.  He was incredulous and said he had told his partner to call me.

Nonetheless, he had my report number and gave it to me.  He explained that now that there’s a report number if I see the perpetrator again or if it happens again, I can go to an officer and give him my report number and they will arrest him.  He also said that they tried to pull surveillance footage but then said he didn’t know much about that because it was with his supervisors (with a bit of an eye roll).

Again, I want to emphasize that the officers have been very nice, but it’s just so clear that there is no training or supervision when it comes to these types of issues.  It also seems like on the supervisory level, they don’t care very much that women are being violated.

At the same time, I’m still upset that I’ve been the one who has had to pursue every step of this entire process.  I should not have to be suggesting to the officers what needs to be done and I should not have to do my own follow up in the very station where I was assaulted.

If it ever happens again (and I don’t really want it to), I am to tell an officer and give them my report number and they will arrest him.  That is only if the circumstances are what?  That this pervert hangs around after I’ve caught him filming up somebody’s skirt again?  Or that I tackle him and bring him to the officers again?  Obviously this guy will get away and simply being equipped with a police report number is not enough.  There should be a proactive effort for them to catch this guy.

Frustrated

Remember that time my wallet was stolen in Senegal and I had to go to to the police/gendarme to file a report and it took hours and hours and it was all in Wolof and French and I had to endure sexism and racism by the officers and then at the end of the day I wound up with a police report typed up in Comic Sans and I was like oh man, this is the worst police experience I have ever had?

WELL AT LEAST I LEFT WITH A POLICE REPORT.