The “adultification” of black girls makes them the forgotten victims of sexual abuse
My mind is still unsettled since watching the Surviving R. Kelly docuseries that premiered earlier this year. It’s not the veracity of the women’s claims of sexual abuse against the singer that gripped me; compelling evidence of his purported sexual and physical abuse of girls and women has long existed. But it was the attacks against the “survivors”—the outright rejection of their stories by so many that distressed me. After watching the docuseries, I scoured social media anticipating an outpouring of sympathy for the women, some of whom were adolescents when reportedly sexually abused by Kelly. What I read floored me. The women were widely condemned not because of what they alleged, but because of who they were perceived to be: “fast-assed,” “clout-chasing,” “gold-digging” girls willing to exchange sex for money, the promise of a music career, or celebrity affiliation. It was clear that to the detractors, even if Kelly had broken the law by having sexual contact with girls legally incapable of giving consent, he did nothing wrong—because they were not victims. Illustrative of this was a white male juror from Kelly’s 2008 trial. In the docuseries, he proudly admitted to disregarding the testimony of the female witnesses because he “didn’t like them.”
Black girlhood and black womanhood are not interchangeable
Black girls have long been subject to “adultification,” making them particularly vulnerable to sexual abuse. As outlined in the study “Girlhood Interrupted: The Erasure of Black Girls’ Childhood,” conducted by Georgetown Law Center on Poverty and Inequality, society’s historical willingness to treat “black girlhood as interchangeable with black womanhood” has rendered black girls seemingly less innocent, more mature, and unworthy of protection. The study further established “[I]n the public’s collective consciousness, latent ideas about black females as hypersexual, conniving, loud, and sassy predominate.” Because of this stereotyping, rooted in racial and gender bias, black girls remain perpetually at risk of sexual victimization. And when violated, they’re not sympathized with or afforded victim status. Instead, they’re persecuted and labeled facilitators of their own abuse. I know this to be true because it happened to me.
When I think of my childhood, I recognize the ways in which I experienced adultification. As a girl, my lower body had a thickness that rarely went unnoticed by adults. My mother shared stories of me exiting dance class and other mothers whispering to her, “She has some body.” If my prepubescent frame captured the innocent attention of dance moms, it’s no shock that it was sexualized by a child predator. At six years old, I was molested. Although this man abused me once, he stalked and terrorized me over the course of several years. Undoubtedly, my home life and family structure left me within his reach. For years, a near-blind elderly woman babysat me while my single mother worked days and furthered her education at night. By nine years old, I was a latch-key kid, traversing long dimly lit hallways and elevators in a 19-story Bronx building. I was a girl navigating my environs alone and unprotected—like an adult—except I wasn’t. And my predator spotted that. Some time after I was violated, I’d finally summoned the courage to call on a trusted adult to shield me from this person who shadowed me throughout our neighborhood. I quickly discovered I wasn’t to be believed and was undeserving of protection. Worn out from the day, I dragged myself down my long hallway. As I passed the staircase, I saw him leering at me through a glass panel atop the staircase door. My tiny fist pounded on the door across from the stairwell. “Somebody is bothering me; he’s in the staircase,” I whispered to my mother’s friend. She narrowed her eyes before snapping, “Nobody’s there. I’m busy.” I squinted at the slammed door before looking over my shoulder and seeing he was no longer there—that time.
The adultification I faced as a girl wasn’t thrust upon me solely by outsiders. I also encountered it within my own family. I shared an intermittent relationship that eventually turned nonexistent with my paternal relatives. My grandmother, staunchly loyal to my mostly absentee father, said to 12-year-old me after months of estrangement, “I thought you were pregnant or something.” She’d never seen me interact with boys, nor had I yet lost my virginity. For years, her words lived in my head. Why would she think that? I often asked myself. For the longest time, I wondered if she saw something in me that I hadn’t yet seen in myself.
How we can stop the adultification of black girls
As the authors of the Georgetown study assert, “[A]dultification is a form of dehumanizing, robbing black children of the very essence of what makes childhood distinct from other developmental periods: innocence.” Racism, sexism, poverty, and segmented family structures have been weaponized against black girls, divesting them of their right to live freely and peacefully.
Within families, schools, and communities, black girls must be allowed to be children and not morphed into little women. Our “villages” must aid in creating safe spaces where black girls can flourish in an age-appropriate manner unburdened by responsibilities and experiences that exceed their level of maturation. They’re entitled to the same nurturing, protection, and support so generously given to white girls. As the Surviving R. Kelly docuseries proves, no longer can society turn a deaf ear to black girls’ cries of “Me, too,” to their declarations that their lives matter—because they absolutely do.
Have you or your daughter been robbed of your girlhood? Let’s work together to expose this painful reality and give our daughters back their childhood.
Terri Linton, ESME’s Incarceration Resource Guide, is a graduate of Sarah Lawrence College, where she is currently pursuing a master of fine arts degree in creative nonfiction writing, and a graduate of Rutgers School of Law-Newark. Terri is a freelance writer and professor of criminal justice. She hosts and produces the podcast She Roads with Terri Linton, where she interviews women about their journeys of endurance and resilience. Terri’s writing has appeared in Ninth Letter, HuffPost, Motherly, and Mamamia. You can connect with her on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.