Or in this case, ‘Drug ’em then I get some money.’
New York born rapper Cardi B recently went on her IG live to address those stating how she didn’t deserve her fame. Cardi B replied back in the live rant by saying she had to resort to doing what she had to do. The ‘Money,’ emcee admits to bringing men who wanted to engage in sex with her to hotels. There she would drug them and rob them while they were unconscious to pay for her studio time and producers.
Many have taken to social media with memes comparing her to Bill Cosby. The famed comedian actor, best known on the hit TV show, The Cosby Show. He was found guilty of drugging women and he has since been in jail. But why is there no jail time for Cardi B? Does the #metoo movement only protect women? Is this some sort of feminist agenda to emasculate African American men? Does it make a difference because now the roles have reversed? The victims are men and the perpetrator is now female?
Has the power of feminism gone too far? When did it ever become okay to meddle with the health and well-being of another human? In her defense, as she tears up, that no one was supporting her with the studio time she needed to make her records. So, she in fact had to do what she had to do. As we all know she makes no efforts to hide her troubled past as a stripper. But sometimes, celebrities must learn when to be quiet. This may have been a bad move for her. Let’s see if she’ll be able to recover from this travesty with the height of the #metoo movement as well as her career.
What are your thoughts? Were her actions justified or has she gone too far?
This has truly been the breakout year for Ms. or should we say now Mrs. Cardi B, from landing a number 1 hit on the Billboard charts, getting engaged and she has just recently scored a cover on the Rolling Stones, Hot Issue.
Cardi who is just 25 years old discusses how she is adjusting to fame, the pressure of following up to Bodak Yellow and not being another one hit wonder.
The hip hop star also states how she’s feeling “muted” and can’t say what is on her mind as much due to the controversy it might bring.
Rapping has always been something she’s always been into. It was either college or making money. Of course, Cardi chose stripping as a way to make herself some cash. During her strip club days, she garnered over 1 hundred thousand followers on Instagram. Releasing her 1st mixtape Gangsta Bitch, caught the attention of producers and she signed her record deal and starred on Love and Hip Hop New York, while the rest is history.
When asked where she sees herself in 25 years she jokingly replied, “Cursin’ at my kids.”
Every night I had to hide. Every night I had to hide from the pain I felt inside. I had to escape from the world I was in. The days he, my father would come home drunk, yelling and screaming as my mother would leave me alone with him as she rushed off to work as a District Attorney or so I thought. She didn’t give a damn about the misery I endured at home. Tonight like any other of his drunken nights, would be the day he would strip me of my innocence. Every night he’d come into my room, to kiss me good night. But those visits seemed so unnatural. The things he did, the things he wanted me to do.
“I’m going to teach you to be a woman,” he said.
I was only thirteen and was scared shitless of him. I knew what we were doing was wrong but what was I suppose to do? Yell, kick, scream then he may kill me too? I watched him unbutton his pants. I clinched the sheets, feeling a strong nerving feeling flow through me. I had never seen a penis before and I certainly never wanted the first one that I saw to be one of my own fathers’.
“Touch it, grab it and hold on to it,” he orders me. Frozen in fear I did nothing but look at him until his voice grew louder and with more anger, he took my hand and wrapped it around his penis. I let out cries of sorrow but he just slapped me and told me to “grow up.”
“I’m going to make a woman out of you.” He often repeated to me. “This is what makes you a woman. Now lay back as I put this inside you. You going to be a real woman, not like your mother that selfish bitch,” he tells me. I begged for my father to stop. I even tried to kick him in the groin but he punched me in the face and tells me to be a “good girl.” I hated my father for continuously taking my innocence away from me. I was never the same after what he did. I cried, screamed, shouted and pleaded for him to stop. I could feel every piece of me ripping apart as my father shoved his six inch manhood inside of me. I wanted to kill him and vowed to myself that one day I would. I resented my mother secretly for staying with a man so drunk, evil and crazy. I knew after tonight my life would never be the same again. He kissed me on the forehead as he fastened his pants to get ready to leave.
“Remember Danielle, if you tell anyone, they’ll never believe you. They’ll just say you’re lying,” he states to me as he walks out the door.
No One Would Listen
It had been almost two years later before I found the courage to tell someone what was going on between my father and I. I finally decided I would tell my mother. Surely, a good mother would stick up and support her child right? Hmmph, or so I thought, I found my mother working on some files buried on her desk, while tapping a computer keyboard in front of her. Slowly, I approached her with what was the hardest confession I ever had to make.
“Mom, can I talk to you about something?” I asked standing in front of her.
“Ugh, Danielle is this important, don’t you see I’m busy,” she replies with an attitude.
“It’s about dad.”
“What about him” She questioned annoyed as her friends tapped the keyboard, and eyes still glazed at the computer screen.
“Well,” I said, clearing my throat.
“When you are gone to work, dad does things to me,” I admitted.
“Does what things to you?” She says not batting one eye.
“He does things to me…he should be doing to you.” As quickly as the words poured out from underneath my tongue, my mother finally took her eyes away from the computer screen. That did it, that’s what got her attention. I just knew she would come rescue me from the dark hell I felt I was in.
“You lying bitch!”
“Always trying to seek attention, now if you don’t mind; I am very busy, Dani.”
“I’m not lying,” I yelled as tears rolled off my cheeks.
“He does this every night, you are gone. If you don’t believe me, ask him, ask him, momma!”
I painfully cried out as I tried hard to make this woman who gave me life believe me.
“Ok Danielle, what does he do to you?”
“He used to make me touch his penis, and then as I got older, he would come into my room at night while you were at work and have sex with me. I begged him to stop but he would just slap me across the face and tell me to be quiet. Please mom, leave this man, I beg of you for my sake?”
I pleaded with this woman to be a responsible woman and mother to do the right thing.
“How long has this been going on?”
“For two years,” I answered
“For two years…Why the hell didn’t you say anything?
“I was too scared. He told me not to tell you but I am tired of this. He is my father. I am fifteen years old. This is not right mom. If you don’t believe me ask him,”
My father had just walked through the door which meant soon it would be time for my mother to leave but not before we finally got to the bottom of this. I had hoped my mother would put him in his place. I was hoping his place would be on the corner of Woodward and 6 Mile.
My mother and I walked into the living room where my father was drinking a can of beer and staring out the window.
“Hello, Warrington, you got a minute? I need to talk to you about something ,” my mother asked my father.
“Um, sure, what’s going on?”
I waited in the kitchen while my parents talked I didn’t want to feel the awkward tension in the room. The conversation didn’t last long because, the next thing I knew my mother calls out to me.
“Danielle Latrice Turner, get in here right now!”
“Yes, mother,” I said, as I entered the living room but before I could figure out what was going on. I was greeted with a hard slap across the face. I broke out into tears as I grabbed my stingy face.
“What the hell did I tell you about lying Danielle? Now he tells me, you’re going around being fast with boys at school and you wanted to cover it up before you got into trouble. Well, Danielle, I have no damn tolerance for this nonsense. You brought this on yourself. Stop lying. Are you acting out for attention or something? I’m leaving for work now. I swear girl, I just don’t know what’s wrong with you.”
“Mom, I’m not lying and I’m not messing with any boys at school. Mama, please believe me,” I begged.
“Danielle, that’s enough!” my father interjected.
I looked at him and rolled my eyes with anger. How dare he say I am lying he is the cause of all of my pain. My mother grabbed her briefcase, gave me a disapproving stare and walked out the door. I tried to run out after her.
“Mom, please don’t leave me alone with him. I beg you, please stay home today.
“Danielle, please, get yourself back in the house,” I watched her drive off into her car as I stood on the porch too afraid of what to do next. I tried to sneak away down the street but before I hit the stairs my father called me back into the house.
“Oh, no,” I thought.
I went back inside going against my gut feeling. I should’ve kept walking. He told me to shut the door behind me. His eyes were stern and I could tell he was furious that I had told mom about our dirty little secret.
“Didn’t I tell you not to tell anyone about our secret?” He questioned frustrated.
“Didn’t I?” he repeated.
“Yes…” I answered as my father hit me so hard across the face I fell to the floor.
“I’m going to teach you a hard lesson about keeping secrets,” he said. I watched him take the belt from his pants off. I tried to make a run for it, to try to lock myself into my bedroom but my father caught me halfway up the stairs. He dragged me into my parent’s bedroom and locked the door. He shoved me onto the bed and told me he was going to make me pay for telling on him. He pulled down my pants and forced himself inside of me from behind. I let out small wails of agony and pain. My father was relentless when it came to destroying the purity I was supposed to have. I was only fifteen and already had the sexual capacity of a grown woman. I hated my parents; my mother for never sticking up for me. It was almost as if she knew what was going on between us but didn’t care. My father; for raping me of a childhood because he would rather torture me instead of stick his dick in some old woman. My parents were two messed up individuals. But why did my life have to suffer for it? This is the day I decided to take back my life. I told my mother and she did nothing. There was no way on God’s green earth would I allow this to continue. I’m ending this once and for all. By any means necessary. Danielle Latrice Turner is getting the little piece of happiness they took from me. My father was going to pay for being a sick and mentally disturbed pervert if it was the last damn thing I did.
He finally tired himself out and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep, the sick bastard. I got myself together and quietly left the room as my silent cries shielded the pain I felt inside but not before I grabbed one little thing from on top of the closet shelf. I unlocked the door as he lay in the bed knocked out. I left with something that I knew was going to help me get my life back.