I ended up pulling an all-nighter. It was Oscar night. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I watched HBO’s Brave New Voices. Young people performing Spoken Word.
I fell in love.
Then, I read #TheOnion tweet in which 9-year-old Quvenzhané Wallis was referred to as a cunt.
She is 9.
She is 9.
I remember when I was nine years old.
I spent my days running through meadows
I read Nancy Drew.
I remember times when I would twirl around like a spin-top; the clouded sky above me would turn into swirls like the whipped cream of an ice-cream sundae.
I remember feeling safe. I remember what it was like to be able to trust people.
And then, when I was nine years old, that guy put his dick in my mouth. And then my vagina. And then…
I don’t remember.
I don’t remember math. I don’t remember French. I must have remembered English because I lost myself in books and riding horses.
I was 9.
Hey, #TheOnion – call me a cunt.
I’d gladly take that badge for her. You just raped a little girl. With language.
Wow. Brave, unexpected, shocking, raw and powerful. I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry it happened to her. I’m sorry it happens at all. Thanks for speaking that.
Thank you. I don’t like to go there again… but… I felt that I needed to. xo
So painful to read, and maddening that it had to be written. It matters not if the individual who tweeted out this ugly spot in their soul did so as an act of 80 proof bravado. Too many young girls have fallen victim to a similar defense. It doesn’t make it better. It doesn’t make it go away. It doesn’t take it back. It doesn’t restore even a modicum of innocence.
I believe that words are simply words, and in and of themselves, they have no meaning. It is the intent behind them that is hurtful — and when you set out to hurt a nine year old child with words that she cannot and should not even understand, you reveal yourself both a coward and a brute.
I read your post very early this morning. Your story has stayed with me all day. My heart hurts for you and your 9-year-old self, for every soul that is robbed of their innocence…physically and through words.
Thank you. It’s taken decades but i am good with me. My life not be perfect; I have physical and emotional scars… but I am learning to be good with me. And as painful and shameful as it is to talk about this, maybe, maybe, maybe, I can help a child to know that they can say no and run. Oh, also to tell The Onion to fuck off. 😉
You go girl! 🙂