Written as a Facebook Post on Nov 6, 2009.
For the unnamed 15 yr old girl raped outside a homecoming dance in October and the unnamed Latino woman mugged and gang raped in January 2009.
Her name has not been released because she is so young. She was “brutally raped for two hours” by 10 of her classmates during a school homecoming dance last month. (Wilkes) Perhaps you heard the story? Perhaps not. There was a strong supportive cry demanding justice from a critical mass of compassionate pro-women advocates. National press coverage briefly highlighted the young victim’s story a few nights and then this horrible tragedy was relegated to Richmond, CA local news.
Her story was difficult to process. I recall my stomach turning when I read the posting left by my home-girl on Facebook, “Police: As many as 20 present at gang rape outside school dance” (CNN Justice). Everything in me wanted to ignore her uploaded link, I didn’t even want to mentally process the headline. It made me uncomfortable, nauseated and scared. Digesting the words caused a grave sadness to wheal inside. And as my empathy began to imagine the hours of utter terror this young lady experienced, I grew angry for answers.
How could this happen? How could young men become so possessed with rage and hate that they were able to torture another human being for hours? Why would they allow themselves to ignore her screams, her scratches, her bites, and her body resisting? What psychosis did the lynch mob of brutes and on-lookers suffer from that allowed their collective cognitive dissonance in relation to the public raping of a young, Black student? (Leary-DeGruy)
Regrettably so, there was not a 4-paneled press conference on CNN with experts discussing the increasing reported cases of violence against women. There was no campaign on CNBC to ‘Stop the Commodification of Females,’ or a 3-hour telephone fundraising drive to help pay for her hospital and therapy bills. We did not witness a candlelight vigil to mourn her loss and raise awareness around date rape. There was no Prime-Time Special analyzing the dominance of hyper-sexualized Black female images in our culture, and the influence such derogatory images have on people’s perceptions of us. (Morgan) None of these things came to pass, because she was a Black girl, raped by Black boys, in a Black neighborhood. The mainstream media’s common practice of relegating minimum exposure to Black tragedy and Black triumph was the modus operandi. Because people in our communities lack ownership and creative control of Networks, we are restricted by alternative means for disseminating our information. This is another Wake-Up call for Black Americans: It serves our best interests to continue creating and supporting Black and Latino independent media.
My deepest sympathies go out to this young lady and her family. They survived what no human being should ever endure. It is irrelevant if she was dressed modestly or suggestively, if she was a virgin or sexually promiscuous, if she was sober or intoxicated, hetero- or homo-sexual; there is no justification for what those 10 young men did to her and there is no excuse for the by-standers not offering her aid. Rape is an aggravated assault committed by cowards. I pray we continue searching for and finding methods to heal and uplift our community past this regressed level of savagery. Our lives are worth it.
Leary-Degruy, Joy. Post-Traumatic Slave Syndrome.http://www.joydegruy.com/ptss/index.html
Morgan, Joan. When Chicken-heads Come Home to Roost. (1999). Simon and Schuster, NY.
“Police: As many as 20 present at gang rape outside school dance.” October 28, 2009. CNN Justice. http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/10/27/california.gang.rape.investigation/index.html
Wilkes, Tachelle Shamash. “Young Girl Gang raped for 2 Hours Outside High School Dance. Give National Attention to End Violence Against Women.”
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Currently Im typing this in a honey blonde Nichole wig, clothing stripped down to the bare minimum under a Kente robe, listening to M3cca Fruit, sipping cold water with the patio doors wide open to the full Beaver Moon. Taking a short break from working on Houston Kwanzaa :: Kwanzaa Boogie and wanted to share my copper pennies on one of this past week's mass rituals: The American Baseball World Series.
Earlier today (Friday, 3/11) I was listening to a web chat on this current "Harvest" season and the Laws currently governing when my mind wandered to the Astros winning the World Series. Was this a Harvest ritual? Shit yes. If only because the thing has happened every year since 1903- #issaritual. Change the location and teams as needed.
I officially knew it was a ritual when the game fell on Halloween. Actually my ears peaked when I first heard news of Houston in the finals. I think it was Sunday when the news reached me. I was late to the party because I don't follow baseball... The Astros in the World Series Finals caught my attention because thats a Coliseum amplification.. Hence how my out-of-the-loop #earthychick caught the wave. Y'all, since the end of August this citys been in a watery, swampy-like slump. I mean, the city (and many surrounding towns) just experienced one of the nations worst 'natural' disasters in recordable history. So many people were set all the way back in their finances, and many are still frozen in their emotions.**
The World Series was not what I expected to hear was happening to our city. Sometimes I forget we all experience this life in our own realities. Thats a law. So while others are enjoying the moment and celebrating the Astros victory, raising the vibrations around themselves and influencing others with their subtle etheric bodies, I was over here like, "I see." So when the 6th game fell on Halloween I knew energy was being harvested.. ((Hey Vampires, I just swallowed a fresh clove of garlic. Ijs.)) Then when they won the world series on Dia de los Muertos I knew I would be writing a short blog on the topic because its easy to get caught in the feelings of #winning and victory. The world series is modern-day gladiator games. Only difference is the ruling class hides the sacrifices... because if you recall, the loser lost his life. (Or the winner loses his life ala Mayan Harvest Rituals.) Energy, or emotion is masterfully manipulated via ritual. Which in turn directs the minds and bodies of those participating in the ritual. So, Houston needed a powerful ritual to clear out The Kraken Aftermath.*** And so many are/were willing participants thankful for the opportunity to feel, even if vicariously, like a champion.
Mythos tells us that during the transition between Autumn and Fall, that brief time period when the last of Summer is retreating and the promise of Winter begins to show in the midnight cool breeze... that time is when the portal between the living world and the Spirit world is opened. The full moon is the opportune time to charge those desires that were initiated during the new moon. If you are in Houston, or anywhere that is celebrating The World Series, then also soak up that Fire element too. Let it rekindle your root and solar plexus chakras.
"The Harvest is ripe!"
* My Hotep ass, lol. At first I was like, "Oh. The two leading cities with the most Black & Brown incarcerated bodies- LA and HTX." My activist.
**At some point we need to talk about how the storm polarized the city. The way it exposed the environmental racisms. How is it that some neighborhoods saw 5-6 feet of water in their homes and streets while others saw none? Should there be lands reserved for retention and be deemed inhabitable?
***See previous blog on "The Kraken."
About Baseball: HTX Wins The World Series
How bout them Astros? Dem 'Stros!
"Cant absolve dem floods tho." --She'Kenya Shabazz