Two weeks ago, on a Monday morning, I started to write what I thought was a very clever editorial about violence against women in Haiti. The case, I believed, was being overstated by women’s organizations in need of additional resources.
Ever committed to preserving the dignity of Black men in a world which constantly stereotypes them as violent savages, I viewed this writing as yet one more opportunity to fight “the man” on behalf of my brothers.
That night, before I could finish the piece, I was held on a rooftop in Haiti and raped repeatedly by one of the very men who I had spent the bulk of my life advocating for.
While I take issue with my brother’s behavior, I’m grateful for the experience.
Stokely Carmichael, please pick up the white courtesy phone!
More proof that women shouldn’t be allowed to vote.
But remember, everybody:
How the “Stockholm Syndrome’d” female feminist left have fallen in the span of one generation eh? At least Patty Hearst had the balls to rob a bank afterwards.
PS: did your donation to Haiti feed this guy? Does that bother you at all? If not, why not?
UPDATE — Hey, Al Sharpton asked the question; I just report the news:
What is the difference between us and any Mexican or any Haitian or anyone else?
UPDATE: I actually thought she was black until somebody sent me her Twitter page.
Wow, maybe the rapist figured she was “asking for it,” given that Twitter background/avatar (probably won’t stay up much longer, so…) Nice red bra.
Robert Stacy McCain digs up a great story about “sloppy seconds and the 1960s” that puts the whole incident in “perspective.”