The Negative Effects Of Street Harassment

Police harassment causes emotional, mental, physical and racial distress on both the victims and the police force. It is immorally unjust and causes many disruptions in our communities and society. When a person endures police harassment, they may feel angry and alone. Not to mention the physical pain that a vindictive officer may inflict upon their victims. I am speaking from my own experiences and feeling towards the situation. I’ve been in the same predicament that some of these innocent people find themselves in. Being mentally distressed can actually cause the victim to lash out. This can become a problem to society and the community. A person never knows how a victim may react. Victims may want to seek their revenge and attempt to

In the book, Warriors Don’t Cry, there are nine African-American students who chose to get involved in integration within an all-white high school. Many of the white students and parents did not approve of integration and demonstrated their hatred in a variety of ways. All nine of them dealt with an immense amount of torture every day at school. Warriors Don’t Cry shows many specific examples of when white students took their anger to a whole other level and did many brutal things like when they threw acid in Melba Patillo Beals’ face or when they threw small balls of flaming paper into the bathroom stall she was in. Though it’s been 60 years, schools are still very unsafe. School safety is a topic of importance, especially in the present day. As bullying and harassment become more prevalent in schools, students constantly feel insecure. The

Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten. The sad part about it is that many will never admit to it or acknowledge this fact. Along with the previously stated point, Sandra also talks about just how used to violence the children of Mango Street are. They don't flinch anymore when they hear sirens because they are accustomed to them. Many want to escape, but often are incapable of doing so on their own. Sally tries to escape and be her own person, yet she is shut down when no one helps her do so. As Americans it is the citizen’s duty to make this

Introduction: Paradoxical swim-with programs, modeled as an ecotourism method, are of great interest to conservation biologists. Crystal River, Florida, which includes Kings Bay, is the only place in the United States where swimming with manatees is permitted. This globally advertised tourism attraction draws in well over 100,000 tourists a year.1 These tourists have close interaction with over 500 manatees that winter in Kings Bay (2 km2).2 This number has increased from the 114 manatees using these warm-water springs in 1981-1982, demonstrating the growing importance of Kings Bay as a warm-water site.3 West coast manatees migrate to the Kings Bay area to escape environmental stressors such as water temperature, as manatee fatality occurs

Nowadays streets are scary to walk alone at night. Crime rates have increased currently and people are nervous to leave their own homes at night. Sadly, unlike cartoons, there is no hero that is going to swoop in and save the day. Imagine you were sitting in your parked car next to dark streets, lit up only by a dim lamp-pole. You see a man walking slowly with his head down and he starts walking towards your car. He taps on the window. In this moment, wouldn’t you want to be able to protect yourself? You don’t know what this man is capable of or what his intent is. When you roll down your window to ask what he wants, he pulls out a gun. If you were weaponless, there would be a high possibility that you would not survive. Imagine this instead. As he pulls out his gun

Over the last 16 years police brutality has gotten bigger. Police brutality is the use of excessive or unnecessary force by police when dealing with civilian. Which in this case is used everywhere in the U.S. with every race. But people think that they only use assistive force on black people. But, in some cases that’s not true the use assistive force on every race.

I have felt pure terror course through my body, completely, overshadowing my instinct, as I was followed by three persistent teenage boys for an hour and a half. I couldn’t enjoy my tour, knowing they were stalking behind me and feeding off the fear emitting from my body. My legs were shaking as I bolted from their grasps in to the car waiting to take me home. I cried knowing that I might have not made it home that night, and although I was lucky, it could have ended differently and in others cases it has been. The Gift Of Fear can benefit multitudes of people around the globe, since it can permit the readers to utilize their given capability to identify and avert repetitious casualties and harm. Offering distinctive answers for individuals who are managing mistreatment from a spouse or brutality in a working environment, De Becker gives one of a kind knowledge into deathly encounters with stalkers, professional killers, and mass murders. Alleviating the fears that overwhelm us, by finding the root of the source, and quite possibly lengthen our

My friend Austin was in front of me with his loud Chevrolet truck, going swiftly down the road. I was going far slower than Austin and my other friend Olivia was driving behind me. All of this sudden two men stepped out in the road in front of my car. They lived in an old deteriorating trailer. I was shocked, then slowed down quickly, so I would not hit the men. One of them was short and he wore a flat bill hat, an oversized dirty t-shirt with holes, baggy dark pants that were sagging, and had an unshaven scruffy face. The other man was wearing a superhero shirt, jeans, and he had long thin hair, with a thick patchy beard. Both of the men were stumbling around and looking straight at me with anger in their eyes. They appeared to be drunk. At that moment I was terrified, but I knew I had to act calm. I have learned that when someone is angry at you if you are not relaxed, then the person will become even more angry at you. I wanted to speed off, but I had to protect my friend Olivia, and try not to run the men over with my

Sometime past three o’clock, on a warm July afternoon, Eric Garner stood in front of a Staten Island beauty supply store allegedly selling what are commonly referred to as “Loosies” - untaxed cigarettes usually sold for between ten cents and a quarter. Hulking, black, with a broad chest, the forty-three-year-old grandfather was often described by friends as the “neighborhood peacemaker”; an amiable giant endowed with a generous, congenial attitude. With his back arched against the store’s window, he is swiftly circled by a band of NYPD officers. At first the interaction remains unremarkable; one officer, as the video reveals, can be seen indifferently chewing gum as Garner explains his predicament to the small congregation of cops.

I was given a special task: to “persuade” a businessman named Carl to buy more of our alcohol so he could sell it in his bar. Everyone made it seem like a simple enough task, so I did not worry too much. The man’s neighborhood was deserted. No one in sight and no one in ear shot. This was familiar; it reminded me of my own neighborhood. I knew the kind of amount of fear felt to clear the roads when gangsters were coming. The thought of the fear in those people’s minds; so much fear, they decided to hide away in their homes and practically lock their business doors; sent chills up and down my entire being, especially because I have known that fear all too well. The roads were so deserted I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat, which was racing unlike any other. When we finally arrived at our destination, my heart seemed to slow, as if the only thing worrying me was the drive over.

One evening as I was walking home from my best friend’s house, I noticed a car of white boys driving slowly down the street. When the guys in the car saw me they started shouting the N word at me. The road that I was walking on was very isolated and sparsely populated. I was afraid to continue on way home so I chose to turn around and go back to my friend’s house because I was afraid. I was only a few feet from her house and the car of white boys threw a brick from the car and luckily it only hit my hand as I put it up to shield my face.

So I somehow got off of my leash and ran over, when I got there the officer looked relieved, he looked at me and said: “hey, Doug, you wanna’ finish him off?” Instead, I barked and jumped on Fill and bit him all over the place until he was able to kick me off and run away yelling. Then I heard something strange. Crying. I turned around to see a boy no more than twelve, badly beaten and almost unconscious. As I moved over to him he sat up and hugged me. Then he got up and started walking away from the march, wondering where he was going I started to follow him.

(Closing point: My friend is definitely not alone and street harassment has not only affected her but it has been affecting our colleagues as well as those on the other side of the world. This issue is much bigger than a social media post.) (THESIS STATEMENT

The findings were consistent and showed that a high level of bullying was consistently linked with lower grades. The students who received the most bullied rates performed noticeably poorer academically than their peers, regardless of whether the data relied on self-assessments, peer nomination, teacher evaluation or GPA. Although the results clearly suggest that bullying impacts educational outcomes, many educational establishments do not focus on social emotional issues of students to improve achievement scores. Ignoring such issues, may hold back educational progress. It is important to teach students how to balance education and emotions for them to progress, this is the reason why many urban schools employ psychologists these days. In

It has also taught me how important it is to teach and help other women who aren't cautious when it comes to dangerous cultural spaces. It has also become very apparent to me how many women do not see the danger in walking alone in dangerous areas because of the recent empowerments to women or other reasons, while those are great and very revolutionary women still need to be aware that predators are still out there and they do not care if you feel empowered or not, they are are there for one reason only. And lastly I feel very lucky that I was with my friend Cheyann that night and was able to persuade her into making a better transportation choice other then the stairs, even if that meant she would have a panic