Transparent moment. I used to be a R. Kelly fan. Being born and raised in Chicago it was hard for his music not to somehow become the soundtrack of your life. I recognize that i was a young girl myself when some of the disturbing news about him broke out. I can partially blame my immaturity and lack of understanding for why I looked the other way for so long. But I have to also take the blame for choosing to put a "gift" before what is right. We do that sometimes, choose what makes us feel good at the expense of others.
I guess really forcing myself to face the reality of the allegations against him, and admitting to myself that I personally remember young girls in our neighborhood hanging out at his home made me realize that I too was a part of a vicious cycle. A cycle that our community knows to will. Sweeping things under the rug, and failing to believe women when they share their truths. R.Kelly is a monster, I do not and will not ever support him again. Will I pray for him? You bet.. But all of this makes me wonder, why is it so hard for us to choose what is right? Why is it so hard for us to believe our fellow sisters?