A woman and her son are assaulted in a government-subsidized hell in West Palm Beach, Fla., where poor folks are left to rot. Ten teenage boys rape the woman and beat her 12-year-old boy for three hours. They force their victims to lie naked in a tub together, make the woman perform oral sex on her child. Afterwards, they burn the mother's skin and blind the son with cleaning solution. In an act of monstrous arrogance, one perpetrator takes a cell phone picture of his handiwork; another leaves behind a used condom.
No one in community hears anything or sees anything. The victims walk to the hospital, in the dark, on their own.
If you called yourself a community leader, if you ran a national civil rights organization, if you claimed to devote yourself to the downtrodden, if you were, say, Al Sharpton and the West Palm Beach chapter of the NAACP, who in this sordid story would you offer succor to? You have two guesses and the first one is wrong.
Several of my blogsisters have been covering the Dunbar Village rape case since before I wrote my first post. They each have written eloquently about this latest development. Please visit them:
Black Women Vote
Aunt Jemima's Revenge
What About Our Daughters