He didn’t care.” According to Kijera, she eventually stopped fighting him, claiming that there was nothing she could do to stop him from raping her repeatedly.
After the tragic experience, she placed the blame on a very unexpected course.
I was that friend as a single — the brown-skinned girl who stuck out like a sore thumb in a sea of white, Reformed faces. Now, married to the husband I used to pray for, I still feel very deeply the effects of those thought processes and environments I faced as a single woman of color in the church.
I got used to answering questions about my hair (“Can I touch it? I still find myself looking back and wishing that my white friends knew — or at least admitted — some of the unique struggles that I had to face and that I still watch so many of my sisters in Christ face every day.
I doubled back three or four times and passed row after row after row of options before I realized that my products weren’t even on the same aisle as everyone else’s.
They were one aisle over, contained on four meager shelves.
Customs and manners of the people; their hospitality—Marriage and divorce—The Haitian woman—The Haitians are not lazy—They entertain no race prejudice—Advantages which foreigners enjoy; their safety—Naturalization—Right to hold real estate.
He holds in abhorrence any abuse against the feeble; and crimes against children and women always disgust him.The other day, I ran into Wal Mart for some hair products.I scoured the shelves for shampoo that wouldn’t destroy my hair.Her hope was that she would eliminate misconceptions and push back against common views imposed by “the man.” However, Kijera’s trip took a turn for the worse when one of the men she had worked to protect cornered her on the rooftop, and raped her numerous times.“The experience was almost more than I could bear,” Kijera wrote about the incident, “I pleaded with him to honor my commitment to Haiti, to him as a brother in the mutual struggle for an end to our common oppression, but to no avail.