Nate Parker: Birth Of An Unapologetic Rapist

“Birth Of A Nation”‘s release should be a joyous occasion for us. In fact, we should be celebrating the fact that its producer, director, and co-writers are black. Nate Parker and Jean Celestin are telling Nat Turner’s story. His very important story.

Unfortunately, I won’t see that story. I was already on the fence when I found out about his white wife. Then, I heard about his rapey past and I don’t support “alleged” rapists. Fuck legalities and quotes penned by high-paid publicists. Upon the new buzz about his predatory past, Parker released this patronizing statement:

“Seventeen years ago, I experienced a very painful moment in my life. It resulted in it being litigated. I was cleared of it. That’s that. Seventeen years later, I’m a filmmaker. I have a family. I have five beautiful daughters. I have a lovely wife. I get it. The reality is…I can’t relive 17 years ago. All I can do is be the best man I can be now.”

Yeah. Nawl. Nate, you can get the ENTIRE FUCK ON with that bullshit. Somehow, you’ve decided in your savage mind that your wife and “five beautiful daughters” deserve to be spared from the monster you were/are. I’m not certain that he no longer exists. This statement lends no accountability for your actions. In fact, you don’t even offer an apology. This is rape, my nigga. You don’t get to be glib. Your “alleged” victim committed suicide in 2012 after three attempts and a justice system failing her. Unlike you and Jean, your “alleged” victim had to relive that fucked up reality for days on end. She was addicted to drugs and alcohol because she did her best to escape the nightmare you and your cohort made her live over and over.

You’d like for us to move on and support your movie because we should “support a brother”. It looks like you were privy to the benefits bestowed upon rich, collegiate white boys because you happened to be an athlete. Surely, a star athlete would have no need to rape anybody because I’m certain there was no lack of vagina for you. In your mind, that’s what you tell yourself. Yeah. Star athlete who happened to be black with a thing for white girls. That’s a first. You and your crew’s entitlement to that young woman’s body speaks to the many men who feel just as you do.

Yet, you deserve redemption. And there’s a “brother”, somewhere, treating you like a demigod. Their silence is equally deafening across social media.

Sisters were willing to look past your spouse (not me) to support your movie. I can’t with good conscience support a man who hates women. 17 years later, it’s apparent that you’ve not changed. Your demons will catch up to you soon enough. This isn’t hard for me although I know some folks may struggle with your past and they will, still, show you love. Be thankful for them. Love doesn’t live here anymore, Nate.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.