My #MeToo Story.

Black Women, World News

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Long before the #MeToo hashtag or references to “pussy grabbing” there were screams and tears from women across all civilizations, that went unanswered. And, let’s not forget the slave woman, mother and child, Maya Angelou or The Color Purple. But, unlike ever before and thank goodness in our time, Alyssa Milano shared her experiences and now the world responds — FINALLY!

The #MeToo hashtag has lent a voice and opened the doors for the victims of sexual harassment and abuse to tell their stories and release the pain and secrets of a lifetime. May this door never close and enable all who wish to do so, to walk through with a new meaning and understanding of what is actually taking place around the world in this sick cycle of the abuse of boys and girls and women and men.

In France, Twitter users are using #balancetonporc or “expose the pig” to encourage women to name and shame their attackers, while #WomenWhoRoar is also being used to encourage victims of sexual abuse to speak up.

Let’s wave our own flags and shout out #MeToo from sea-to-shining-sea.

My #MeToo Story.

Excerpt from “Black America – Asking Ourselves The Tough Questions” by Sonja Cassandra Perdue.

I was very young.  12 years old.  Kenneth Johnson was younger.  He was 5 years old.  We lived on the first floor of a small two-flat and Kenneth and his family lived upstairs.  The Johnsons were in their late 20s and had four children; whenever the young couple wanted to go out, I was the children’s playmate/babysitter.

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