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A wall is painted with the word “Brownsville” in that section of Brooklyn in New York City June 2, 2015.
Spencer Platt
On Monday, prosecutors in Brooklyn, N.Y., charged four teenage boys with first-degree rape after the sexual assault of an 18-year-old black teenage girl at a park late last week. The name of the victim hasn’t been released. Police have revealed the identities of the alleged perpetrators, however: Ethan Phillip, 15, Denzel Murray, 14, Shaquille Cooper, 15, and Onandi Brown, 17. A fifth suspect was charged Tuesday.
It’s difficult to imagine what it must feel like to be a black teenage girl having to face the world a few short days after being sexually assaulted and terrorized by a group of boys in a public space meant to be safe grounds designed for play.
How painful it must be to wake up a nameless victim of gang rape in a society where the names and reputations of rapists—alleged or convicted, well known and less famous—are so often protected and even celebrated by the public. How heavy is the weight of a culture seemingly more supportive of male rapists than it is of female victims.
The unnamed black teen girl sexually assaulted in a Brooklyn playground must now try to heal even as she witnesses the public lauding those accused of being rapists like Bill Cosby, R. Kelly and David Bowie at the same time. To rape is to ruin the victim. To celebrate their perpetrators is a type of violent worship.
Even now, salacious news reports are being churned out to erase her victimization by, instead, focusing on hearsay, innuendo and what role she could have possibly played in her own attack—as if a story about a black teen girl being raped warrants caveats and qualification.
The laws governing our proximity to power and dominance—those that operate at the level of our social relationships—prevail. More powerful than the laws enacted to protect victims of sexual assault are the authoritative operations of patriarchy.
The prevalent acceptance of male dominance impacts all racial groups. Among black communities, however, it requires us to believe and push the fraught notion of “black male exceptionalism”—a concept legal scholar Paul Butler uses to get at the idea that some people view black men as an “endangered species” faring more poorly than others.
The prevailing logic is simple: Black men need the protection of the collective. And while it is true black men and women are impacted (similarly and differently so) by white supremacy and require collective care, the idea that black men alone need protection even if the consequence of such protection dismisses and excuses the violent violation of black girls and women is detrimental.
The reputations and bodies of black cisgender men should not be protected with more ferocity than those of black girls, women, and queer and transgender black people. Because of this, Cosby ends up being held up as a black philanthropic saint, a victim, and not an accomplished celebrity accused of harming many women. R. Kelly is caricatured as another victim of the white racial supremacist media and not a singer who is both genius and violent toward black girls.
And through the lens of anti-black racism, both Cosby and Kelly are viewed as monsters, while white men accused of sexual assault, like Bowie, are held up as gifts in the public sphere. In none of the instances above do the experiences and lives of girl and women victims, black or otherwise, factor as worthy of our collective protection.
Our hearts should shudder that ours is a culture that can produce boys, who will become men, who view sexual assault as an act within their right because society has told them so. Black girls and women deserve better than engagement with products of a broken system that socializes men to believe in our infallible power. I am the product of rape culture and an unfortunate beneficiary.
The black teenage girl at the center of this most recent story deserves more than our complicity in creating the type of women-denigrating culture that made her violation possible in the first place.
Darnell L. Moore is a senior editor at Mic and co-managing editor of the Feminist Wire. He is also currently a Writer-in-Residence and Community Advisory Board member at the Center on African American Religion, Sexual Politics and Social Justice at Columbia University. He organizes with #BlackLivesMatter-NYC and writes from his stoop in Brooklyn, N.Y. Follow him on Twitter.
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