In her new memoir, You Have No Idea, Vanessa Williams recounts the time she was sexually molested as a child. When she was 10. By an 18-year-old family friend. Who was a girl. Wait, what?
“Family friends who had a daughter invited me to visit their friends in California with them. The family we stayed with had two kids. Susan, who was 18, smoked, drove a car, and was the epitome of cool. (My friend) Nancy and I slept in the den. One night Susan crept in.”
As most child molesters do I would think.
“She told me to lie down on the rug. I was confused. Are we going to play a game? As I tried to make sense of it, Susan pulled down the bloomers of my cotton baby-doll pajamas.”
This chick wastes no time. She didn’t even try to be smooth about it. Jerry Sandusky would be so disappointed.
“‘What are you doing?’ I asked. ‘Don’t worry – it’ll feel good.’ I lay there paralyzed. What was going on? I didn’t speak. She kept at (the molestation) for I don’t know how long. She slid my bloomers back up and whispered: ‘Don’t tell anyone.’ I climbed into my bed, trying to figure out what had just happened.”
Uh, what? Did she finger her? What would prompt an 18-year-old girl to finger her sister’s 10-year-old friend?
“For years I kept Susan’s visit to myself. I didn’t really understand until college. I was with with my boyfriend and it hit me and I blurted it out: ‘Oh my god – I was molested!’ After that trip I felt something change in me.”
God, it must suck to be the guy who, when he got to third base with Vanessa Williams, brought back all the memories of her past molestation. Mood killer right there. But don’t worry about it. Vanessa is fine now. She tells PEOPLE.
“I don’t dwell (on the past).”
If it wasn’t for the fact that Vanessa was 10 and not 18, that the act wasn’t consensual and that it probably caused permanent psychological damage, this story would have been pretty hot. As it is, it sounds horrible and depressing.