Interesting...
Was about to respond that I've had 8 perps and none of them were of a different race or ethnicity, tho I'm well aware of who my perps are.
Then it hit me: of my last two perps (they did it together, a couple) one was Afro-American, and oh yeah the other was Norwegian--"Caucasian" but still of a different ethnicity.
Oh yeah DUH: my father was Italian!
So of course I myself am an Italian-American, at least 1/2 Italian.
Guess I just haven't thot much in these terms becuz with all the fatal flaws in my upbringing I was not brot up to be racially/ethnically prejudiced. Perp #1 my bio mother had a lot to do with this.
All I've seen in the 2 years I've been really remembering my SA is 8 perps. 4 female 4 male. 4 family/household 4 not. Race never occured to me.
Which actually is kinda strange...
For a good part of my early childhood years, the majority of my friends were Afro-American. They seemed less inclined to make fun of my Italian heritage by for instance telling "wop" jokes. Guess they understood what it was like...
This began to change when at age 12 I was put into a children's home. The high school there was
racially charged to say the least. My first day of school I got hit from behind, asked the guy (Afro-American) why he did it and he said becuz you're a damned honkey! A damned what? I thot.
Soon after I got beat up by a gang of Afro-Americans becuz I refused to let one of them take away a basketball I was using--I offered to share, & there were plenty of other balls around.
As I began to have struggles with racism I'd never had before, I thot it was becuz of things like this. Plus maybe being away from the non-prejudical influence of my mother.
That's pretty much what I'd thot until right now.
Now this thread has me realizing there may have been more to it than that...
Perhaps my problems with racial bigotry also stemmed from that last incident of sexual abuse, by an Afro-American (and a Norwegian) when I was 11, only about a year before the move from my mother to the children's home.
Since I didn't remember all this till a couple years ago I wouldn't have thot it woulda mattered
but maybe subconsciously it did.
Guess I couldn't be prejudiced against whites becuz I was white.
As for Italians, I had long denied & even hated my Italian heritage. Of course my (hmmmm not so racially unprejudiced!) mother & family (her side) had taught me that well already, as did the hated "wop" jokes. Maybe buried memories of the SA by my father had something to do with that too.
Also this incident of SA by the Afro (and Norwegian) was the latest one, the freshest in my at least subconscious mind, and also the most apparently abusive as it was the most apparently physically violent and also at the hands of relative strangers. Compared to what happened with my father which ended before I was 4.
So now, thanks to this thread, I'm realizing that
at least part of the reason for my adolescent struggles with prejudice racially no doubt had to do with my SA.
What's strange about that in a neat way is that the more I've begun to deal with my problems and remember my abuse, the less I've struggled with racism.
This process actually began when I was 22 (when I became a Christian), continuing thru marrying my current wife a year later, having children, going to a multiracial church, having daughters who made lots of friends of different races, especially at the college & post-grad schools I went to, starting therapy, and getting a big boost when I recalled specifically my SA starting two years ago and began recovery.
After all SA affects us all regardless of race, color, ethnicity, creed, culture, orientation, religion, gender, etc. We are all survivors of it together and must fight it together.
Also this has led to a gradual recovery, especially in the last 2 years, of my "Italian-ness". And I like it!
Part of my refusal to let my SA make me bigoted or make me anything else.
OK guys I rambled but this thread has proven to be very powerful for me. Thank you so much Marc for starting it and thanks to all who have contributed to it.
Victor