It felt dense, like the whole club was cognizant of me and my lack of bodily control. Flared nostrils, bucked eyes, and puny feelings came pouring in like a playful plague.
The music began to slow down, the kaleidoscopic lights were all I could see as if I was looking directly at the sun, then it went black.
When I came to my senses, I could feel my body trying to pull itself through the deficit of energy.“SAY, YOU GOOD??”
My ability to hear came before my ability to see, so when I finally opened my eyes, I saw my friend. She mouthed the words, “SAY ,YOU GOOD??” I immediately got myself together.Unconsciously, I pulled myself up and my friend placed herself in a bear hugging position. My friend I, both still very intoxicated, walked to the outside of the club where we sat completely shocked.Completely embarrassed, the side effects from the “roofie” where persistent.In the moment I knew exactly what had happened to me because these recreational drugs weren’t so recreational to me. Besides that, the guy that had agreed to get the drink for me made his presence very present throughout the whole night.
Scared, embarrassed, and intoxicated aren’t great associates. Especially not for a young girl in an unknown town with unknown people. However, we made it home safely and the paramount lesson persists.I didn’t report the club or even try to find the man that did this to me, because ultimately, I thought this was my fault. My irresponsible actions were the judges and the jury, plus no one was going (definitely in the HBCU/ Black community) to believe that this young black girl got roofied.
Black women have to almost be complacent in their own abuse to survive, but hopefully with a quick insight of a victim’s story we can change the immotile minds of the world.
Just as Ms. Debrah Clark, Health Professor at Southern University, said, “Don’t buy or bring open lid drinks from or to the club, stay close to friends, and stay aware of your surroundings.”
Sexual assault is notably aware on campus, and everyday young women and men are being victimized because of a plethora of invalidating systems in the HBCU community.
During the day we go to classes, stop at the union, get something to eat, but at night we party.
College students from all over the metropolitan area come together for what you can call the best or the worst night.
Generally, it starts as a couple of freshman teenage girls going to a party to smoke, drink, and dance; have fun, as usual. However, with just a swift movement of a hand or irresponsible thinking, you may end up on what some might say call a “bad trip.”
Many females in the HBCU/Black community have experienced this, even at the illustrious Southern. A freshman here had almost the same experience as I did.
“I felt violated, I felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore ... it was his. And I didn’t tell anyone because ultimately it was my fault. I was naive to the fact that I thought that I can trust myself and my surroundings, but I guess I was wrong. Now I just feel like a target, like everyone has their predatory eyes on me. Although, I don’t want to fall victim to the situation it hurt and changed me for the rest of my life.”
Peers like this particular girl gives you an unbiased, but stereotypical belvedere of the HBCU roofie epidemic.
Young men and women all around word are silenced, because traumatic experiences like so are deemed normal or “not that big of a deal.” However, with awareness and a simple conversation we could inform young local students in our own HBCU community.
Researching this topic was exigent, but for the cause and awareness, I endured the potential embarrassment and nonplused looks of my peers. One of my peers here at the University, a freshman, had something to say about the topic.
“It’s sad that as girl we have to make sure that our drinks are covered because of disgusting men. Going to parties as a freshman is scary for any and every girl this I know for a fact. The constant stares, catcalling, and even groping in the club still happens to me to this day. With big “party schools” like Southern we have be extra careful definitely in Baton Rouge its just weird here ... I’m glad we are starting to have this conversation more, because the more we talk about it the more men will listen and actually understand that this is not okay.”
As the conversation grows throughout our community, awareness and faith have risen for the young girls after me.
Date raping, Drugging, or even administering unwanted attention is not okay. Not even from the same sex, no means no, and no response means no.
For the perverted, predatory men out there that feel they have no choice here’s 3 things you can do to avoid it.
#1, when encountering a woman in the club remember to not grope her or put anything in her drink.
#2, if you ever encounter a woman that intoxicated remember not to rape or feel obligated to her body.
#3, if you see a woman dancing in the club don’t proceed to get her attention by calling her anything other than the name her mother gave her. If you don’t know it , oh well.
Thank you for your time, Management.