Black Arts Movement philosopher Sun Ra taught me, "The people don't want the truth, they want the low down dirty truth!" This excerpt from Prosperity Carter's forthcoming book How To Get Off The Shelf Collecting Dust, is the low down dirty truth! It is one example from her forthcoming book that reveals the depth of her sexual trauma. Telling her story has been therapeutic for her so we hope it will help heal others suffering from sexual trauma.
--Marvin X, Publisher, Black Bird Press Books
I read and appreciated Prosperity’s vivid account of her abuse in childhood, which is more widespread than people know, especially among the poor and, I’ve heard, the super rich. People need to watch their children and stop inadvertently victimizing them and their older inverse victims (their molesters), conversely, in their largely unprotected and subversive family lives. --Dr. Nathan Hare, Clinical Psychologist, San Francisco CA
--Marvin X, Publisher, Black Bird Press Books
I read and appreciated Prosperity’s vivid account of her abuse in childhood, which is more widespread than people know, especially among the poor and, I’ve heard, the super rich. People need to watch their children and stop inadvertently victimizing them and their older inverse victims (their molesters), conversely, in their largely unprotected and subversive family lives. --Dr. Nathan Hare, Clinical Psychologist, San Francisco CA
Marvin X, mentor and publisher of Prosperity Carter's forthcoming How to Get Off the Shelf Collecting Dust, Black Bird Press Books. Publication date: June, 2017.
Excerpt # 3:
The Low Down Dirty Truth
I thought that I would never be sexually molested again but I was wrong. When I was fourteen I was sexually molested at our cousin Vicky's house. She lived in Long Island City and our family went over for a cook out. I loved going to her house for a family function because we had so much fun. Sometimes we would not go home but spent the night. My mom would never spend the night but the rest of us stayed except my little brother who went home with my mom. My mother thought that my father's side of the family got crazy when they drank and smoked marijuana because they would start arguing and fighting. As crazy as my mom was, she was right on this issue.
On this occasion, the adults were drinking, talking loud and dancing. Sometimes one of our older cousins would sneak me and my cousins a drink. A cousin snuck me a drink that was so strong it burned my throat but I soon asked for another. I started getting dizzy and everything was funny. As I started dancing by myself, I noticed Vicky's husband Joe standing apart from the crowd with a drink in his hand and his eyes on me.
When it got late, I was told to go upstairs to my cousin's bedroom to sleep. I took my clothes off except my panties and Vicky handed me a large t-shirt to put on. She said, "Goodnight" and shut the door. As I tried to go to sleep I heard footsteps coming towards the room. It sounded like someone was stomping. The room door opened and Joe entered. He said, "Come here I want to ask you something." I walked to the door scared because I had been molested before when I was eleven by my father's friend. I was apprehensive about Joe entering the room because his speech was slurred and I could see the cup of liquor in his hand. He said, "I'm going to the store, would you like anything?" I said, "Sure, you can get me a soda and some M&M's." He said, "Ok, I will be back."
It seemed like hours before Joe returned. I had fallen asleep with my head under the covers but awakened when I heard Joe open the door. He said, "Shhhhh", then proceeded to pull the covers off me slowly and then we made eye contact. He handed me soda but did not have my M&M's.
When I popped open the soda and tried to take a sip, he put his hand over my mouth and said, "Shut up, don't say nothing!" Then he forced me to kiss him on the lips and then stuck his whole tongue into my mouth. His breathe was foul and hot with the smell and taste of alcohol. He was disgusting. Then he grabbed my breast with his hands that seemed huge. My breasts were small like lemons so he played with my nipples, arousing me. I could feel my pussy getting wet. He pushed my panties aside and started finger fucking me. I didn't know what or how to think but his finger felt good in my wet tight pussy. I was still a virgin so I felt violated by everything he was doing to my body. I wanted to kill him.
As he finger fucked my wet tight pussy, he pulled out his dick and said, "Touch it, go ahead, hold it." I said, "No, I don't want to touch it." His aggression intensified. He grabbed my wrist and forced me to hold his dick. I wanted to rip his dick off as I was holding it. It was my very first time holding a grown ass man's dick and I said to myself, "Damn, his dick big, long and hard." He said, "Stroke it faster, I love you and always thought you were sexy." So I did and soon he shot cum all over my t-shirt. After his cum had shot everywhere he said again, "I love you baby." He pulled out some money and said, "Take this and don't tell nobody." Then he pulled out his gun and stuck it in my face and said, "If you tell anyone I will kill you, you little bitch!" I was scared to death. He kept on trying to give me the money but I refused to take it. Finally, he took the money and left the room. I could not sleep but cried all night.
When morning came he drove my brothers and I home. I was petrified of him and did not want to get in his car. He told my brothers to get in the back and told me to get in the front seat. So I sat in the front and he turned up the music really loud so my brothers couldn't hear, then said to me, "Remember what happened last night? It never happened, right? I will kill you and your brothers if you say anything." I said, "No, it never happened." It seemed like he was doing 90 miles an hour in and out of lanes. My brothers and I were clinging to our seats. When we finally got home and got out of the car, he got out too and tried to give me a hug. I refused to hug him and ran into the house straight to my bedroom and fell on the bed exhausted and disgusted. I was terrified that he would kill me and my brothers, so it was years before I told anyone.
