Some people just can’t let shit go. It’s been fifteen years since R. Kelly kind of allegedly raped hordes of high school girls. And maybe one or three of them tried to off themselves. But it’s not like R. Kelly didn’t pay them all reasonably well to shut the fuck up. I’m pretty sure there’s a verse or two in the Good Book that says that makes it all good. I guess some people didn’t get the street justice memo. With the release of R. Kelly’s new sexually charged Black Panties album, The Village Voice brought back Jim DeRogatis, the Sun-Times reporter who broke all the R. Kelly rape stories, to recount some of the more heinous allegations that the rest of the music world kind of swept under the rug because R. Kelly was making them money and people like money.
He would go back in the early years of his success and go to Lina McLin’s gospel choir class. She’s a legend in Chicago, gospel royalty. He would go to her sophomore class and hook up with girls afterward and have sex with them.
He picked up other girls and made them all have sex together.
There was a young woman that he picked up on the evening of her prom. The relationship lasted a year and a half or two years. Impregnated her, paid for her abortion, had his goons drive her. None of which she wanted.
You watch the video for which he was indicted and there is the disembodied look of the rape victim. He orders her to call him Daddy. He urinates in her mouth and instructs her at great length on how to position herself to receive his “gift.”
So, yeah, there’s that. But R. Kelly’s got some great pipes and the ladies do love him. I’m sure that whole raping underaged girls thing was just a phase like it is for most men who dabble in that hobby. Just look at Lady Gaga position herself to receive his gift. She seems so happy.
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