Ysam new picture newSexual Assault Awareness Month

Sexual Awareness Month has been celebrated in Canada in the month of May since 1988. Throughout the month there is a heightened focus on sexual violence, community organizations, agencies and individuals that make determined and concerted efforts to inform the public about what constitutes sexual assault, who are the most likely victims, likely perpetrators and the changes that are necessary to wipe out this scourge.
While I am keenly aware of the activities, deeply appreciative of the efforts to raise awareness, and the continuous promotion of prevention, it has become apparent over the years that the message has become somewhat misdirected: There is a lack of focus on the child – the Black child in the Black community.

The message preached is that sexual violence only takes place in certain places. It is as likely to take place at a campus party as in the supposed safety and security of the place the child of 10 or 12 years call home, or while disarmed at a family friend’s house in the sixth or seventh grade. Sadly, there are not enough conversations about what that child should do, whom that child turns to and where that child rests those worries, fears and anxieties.
During the month of May the stage is set with much to be done, and everyone has their say, but the issue of the child is never brought into play.
A numerical representation taken from various studies across Canada and supplied by Statistics Canada (2016) reveal the following:
•    60% of sexual abuse/assault victims are under the age of 17
•    80% of sexual assault incidents occur in the home
•    17% of girls under 16 have experienced some form of incest
•    80% of assailants are friends and family of the victim
The community remains steeped in silence and choking on its own complicity. Child sexual abuse is a pandemic with believe it or not staggering statistics. The Black community has a history of being silent about the abuses that wreak havoc on and within our community, of being protective of the family for several reasons—fear and shame being two of the most prevalent.
Jokes aside , in his 1999 film Bigger and Blacker comedian Chris Rock tells a joke about every Black family having that one molester uncle. In the comedic routine he further pokes fun at the practice that many Black folks have experienced, in which an older family member cautions about leaving children around a particular family member on account of that relative’s predacious tendencies. Rock also jokes about the child being blamed once the uncle molests him because the child was warned to stay away from that uncle, and the child being told by a parent to “walk it off.”
I do inwardly shudder to think of the number of people who could directly relate to that scenario. Let us not forget the age-old maxim: “many a true word is spoken in jest,” or to coin a familiar West Indian adage: “true word does pass as joke.”
Undoubtedly, there is an ongoing problem in the Black community that not enough of us are talking about, and one that usually remains under the radar during Sexual Awareness Month.
Sexual assault does not start on college campuses, sexual awareness does not stop on May 31. Surviving sexual violence does not happen in a vacuum, and very often it is layered with social, cultural and racial factors that affect victims differently—especially Black girls.
The message goes out to  the community to remember that this month and next month and at every available opportunity to not just pay attention to numbers, but to start conversations. It is imperative that we make an intelligent investment in a better future by sounding the alarm for our young females until they can do so for themselves.

Aleuta—The struggle
continues.