Especially for Black folk, R. Kelly presents a classic, but troubling, archetype of pedophilia and narcissism. It's an archetype that echoes to me when I contemplate the behaviors exhibited by my ex-wife prior and even subsequent to our failed marriage.
Pedophiles are extreme narcissists - so self-absorbed and sociopathically oblivious to the welfare of others, their sexual deviance is not siimply predation, it's their attempt to reclaim their own youth, wanting to be desired and lusted after by those who are fresh and nubile. So swept up in imagining they're wanted by their targets, pedophiles will characterize themselves as the ones being preyed upon. This explains the disturbing persistence of Mary K. Letourno, who couldn't keep away from her young victim, despite repeated discovery and jailings.
A young, talented brother, during the course of conversation, offered a conscious stricken confession: in the aftermath of my own incarceration for false charges of domestic violence levied by Dominique, my ex, he'd slept with her after she seduced him. When he refused to believe the tales she wove about me, she abruptly and scornfully spurned him.
I quickly absolved him of any guilt over feeling like there was "foulness" on his part owning to our friendship, assuring him I held no ill feelings. I truly felt compassion for him. Knowing his character and wisdom belied his age, I felt that any guilt lay at her feet not his; that he had been preyed upon by a succubus. Nor was he a lone victim.
My relationship/marriage with Dominique was difficult to say the least. There were her incessant lies and there was indeed violence, ironically wielded by her hands not mine (being a man's man and a trained fighter, I'd hardly break man-code by calling the police on a woman, much less my own wife).
A young, talented brother, during the course of conversation, offered a conscious stricken confession: in the aftermath of my own incarceration for false charges of domestic violence levied by Dominique, my ex, he'd slept with her after she seduced him. When he refused to believe the tales she wove about me, she abruptly and scornfully spurned him.
I quickly absolved him of any guilt over feeling like there was "foulness" on his part owning to our friendship, assuring him I held no ill feelings. I truly felt compassion for him. Knowing his character and wisdom belied his age, I felt that any guilt lay at her feet not his; that he had been preyed upon by a succubus. Nor was he a lone victim.
My relationship/marriage with Dominique was difficult to say the least. There were her incessant lies and there was indeed violence, ironically wielded by her hands not mine (being a man's man and a trained fighter, I'd hardly break man-code by calling the police on a woman, much less my own wife).
The beginning of our relationship was marked by a feud with her ex-boyfriend and baby daddy Nick. With clear ill intent aimed at her, he divulged a story to me meant to be a jaw-dropper: years prior, while working at an alternative charter school, Dom seduced and got pregnant by one of her sophomore students.
It was a story I initially dismissed as a vicious and vile rumor, but time and tribulations of my own would have me seriously pondering the question: was my wife - a devoted mother, celebrated poet, brilliant, beautiful, and creative - actually a salacious pedophile?
To be continued.....
It was a story I initially dismissed as a vicious and vile rumor, but time and tribulations of my own would have me seriously pondering the question: was my wife - a devoted mother, celebrated poet, brilliant, beautiful, and creative - actually a salacious pedophile?
To be continued.....
