That’s one of the top search engine phrases that’s been bringing people to this blog. That’s one of the questions I’ve not let pass through comment moderation.
What race was the Richmond rape victim? Really, people. Does it matter?
Do you feel a little more at ease at the thought of a poverty-stricken 15-year-old Latina getting gang raped by a bunch of Latino boys/men? Is that the kind of thing that’s a fact of life for those types of Latina girls?
Is it easier for you to cope with the situation at the thought of a 15-year-old black girl getting gang banged by boys at her school? Is that how all this would make more sense to you, the thought of a sexualized black teenager drinking and hanging out with older boys in the dark?
Do you feel like forking out more cash at the thought of a pretty, 15-year-old white girl getting ravaged by a gang of brown boys, some older than 18? Will donating to her recovery fund be your good deed for the month?
Because seriously, people. What does it matter what race she is?
Why do you want to know so badly? How will this piece of information influence your thoughts on the matter? What stereotypes are you bringing to the table when you ask this question?
A little girl was brutally assaulted. A little girl had her world turned upside down. A little girl has a long road to recovery ahead of her. It could have been your sister, your mother, your favorite cousin, your best friend. It could’ve been you.
The media has published reports about what kind of girl she is, what her interests are, what she’s like at school. I’m sure everyone at her school knows who she is. People in her community know who she is. Eventually, she’ll have to face these people who know all about The Bad Thing that happened to her.
Jesus Christ, what race is she? I hope I never find out.