Two weeks after I revealed that I had I been raped repeatedly for most of my childhood, I'm sure every family member knew. Every single one. My fa
Two weeks after I revealed that I had I been raped repeatedly for most of my childhood, I’m sure every family member knew. Every single one.
My family is like most, news travels fast.
Still, 33 years after I came forward, there is still conflict around my painful truth. Now, my family loves me. I have no doubt about that.
But, navigating through some old views and painful traditions sometimes comes in direct conflict with my expertise around violence against others.
Here is a series of tweets about just one conflict over RKelly’s music.
It puts me in a mood. It reminds me just how little the lives of black girls & women are respected.
T2: It reminds me of my own story. It reminds me of the many thousands of stories that black women hv shared with me. How preserving the skills, talents, legacy & hope of EVERY black man in our families & communities is far more valuable than us as a living being.
T3: It takes me back to every heated debate I hv had w/relatives about his songs. “RKelly has a right to earn his money” “It’s just music” “That was just sex. People do that”
T4: At my son’s graduation, our moment, they played R doggone Kelly like there weren’t thousands upon thousands of inspirational songs they could have performed AT A HIGH SCHOOL graduation!
T5: When a female relative asked why I was annoyed, I explained. A debate began. She didn’t see how it was any different than continuing to celebrate the music of Whitney Houston or Michael Jackson. I wasn’t confused.
T6: I stood on my long-held position but… I knew what she meant.
#BlackWomen must continue to sacrifice our bodies, even via rape, so that black men can “win”
Me: F that all through the day & all through the night.
Note: I love my family. My family loves me. But this ain’t never easy.