Guest Story by Angel
I have many experiences in mind. But one is always on my mind. I am orginally from Atlanta, Georgia where “red bones” reign supreme! I was in middle school, in home economics class. I was wearing a pink shirt and some blue jeans I had gotten specifically for that day. My school was full of guys who favored the lighter skin tone. I sat in the only seat open. Next to a guy who had been held back a number of times, and was known for being in a local gang. I was trying my best to stay to myself. But he began conversation, he seemed nice he held very safe conversation, then it turned sexual. He commented on how well I was developed for a dark girl, he began to touch me, I said nothing. Just nervously laughed, because I knew who he knew and I didn’t want to get hurt. His friends began to come over, surrounding me, asking me inappropriate questions about my body. I joked with them and let them touch me. Feeling dirty inside. There were six of them. I would never forget their names, but I would never tell. The home ec. teacher was an older white woman, who refused to break up a congregation of intimidating looking black boys. She ignored the situation. It wasn’t her fault. I didn’t put up a huge fight to stop them either. I knew my place as a dark girl. Don’t speak, and you won’t get hurt. One of them held my hands behind my back while the others touched and grabbed me. I playfully told them stop, and tried to break my hands free. They were too strong. I was twelve years old being violated in my own middle school while my teacher was in the classroom. Soon they were done with me. I heard one say…”That’s probably the most attention that dark bitch ever got, she ain’t gonna tell.” Another said, “She probably liked it.”
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