Why Has R. Kelly’s Career Thrived Despite Sexual-Misconduct Allegations? (New Yorker)

Why Has R. Kelly’s Career Thrived Despite Sexual-Misconduct Allegations?


Each day brings news of men who have abused their positions of wealth,
fame, and power to engage in sexual harassment and assault. Yet, as the
list of perpetrators grows ever longer, the name of the Chicago singer,
songwriter, and producer R. Kelly is conspicuously absent from those
belatedly paying a price for their actions. And it’s worth asking why.

R. Kelly has sold an estimated hundred million records, and, at age
fifty, he remains one of the dominant voices in R. & B. He also has a
well-documented, twenty-five-year
of allegedly victimizing women and underage girls. Between 1996 and
2002, he was subject to four publicly filed lawsuits, three by teen-age
girls who alleged illegal underage relationships. All were settled, with
payments made in return for nondisclosure agreements—the favored tool of
Harvey Weinstein and Bill O’Reilly. Since then, Kelly has reached
out-of-court settlements with “numerous” other women, according to the
lawyer who represented many of them. In 2002, he was indicted for making
child pornography, stemming from a video that prosecutors said showed
him having sex with and urinating into the mouth of a fourteen-year-old
girl. The case took six years to go to trial, and Kelly was acquitted, largely, according to jurors, because the girl and her parents never testified, though prosecutors called a dozen witnesses who confirmed the relationship.

As the pop-music critic at the Chicago Sun-Times, I covered Kelly’s
rise from busking on subway platforms in the early nineties to
mainstream success. My first investigative story about the singer’s
alleged predatory behavior ran on December 21, 2000; the videotape for
which he was indicted was left anonymously in the mailbox at my home, on
Chicago’s Northwest Side, in February, 2002. This summer, I published two stories about Kelly in BuzzFeed News. One told the
tale of Jerhonda Pace, who broke a nondisclosure
to talk about a sexual relationship that she allegedly had with Kelly
when she was sixteen, in 2009, shortly after she met the star at his
trial for child pornography. The other
documented what sources call “a cult” of six women that they say Kelly currently
houses in properties in Chicago and Atlanta; Kelly, sources say, has
“brainwashed” the women by separating them from friends and family. (Kelly has denied any wrongdoing.)

While Charlie Rose, Matt Lauer, Kevin Spacey, Louis C.K., and other stars have
promptly seen their careers implode after their
alleged behavior was exposed, the music industry seems unconcerned about the charges
against Kelly. His record label, Sony Music, refuses to comment, and
Live Nation, the global concert promoter, continues to stage his shows.
A petition drive, a public protest, and a vote of censure by the county
board of commissioners greeted Kelly’s concert at the Wolf Creek
Amphitheater, in Atlanta, in August, but Live Nation’s only comment was,
“The show will go on,” and the company is promoting three of his
upcoming concerts
. (Live Nation did not respond to requests to comment.)

None of the many stars for whom Kelly has written and produced hits have
spoken out against him—from Jay-Z, with whom he made two albums and did
two co-headlining tours, to Lady Gaga, a champion of female empowerment
and herself a sexual-abuse survivor. Last December, Kelly appeared on
the “Tonight Show,” singing his Christmas songs and getting a big hug
from the host, Jimmy Fallon. Now Kelly is climbing the charts again
with “Juicy Booty,” a collaboration with Chris Brown (who was vilified
for assaulting Rihanna, in 2009) and the singer Jhené Aiko.

Popular music, arguably our most forward-looking art form, seems mired
in the past when it comes to examining the reprehensible behavior of
male stars; there’s been seemingly little progress from the days of
Jerry Lee Lewis, Elvis Presley, and their teen-age brides. Kelly’s lure
is a variation on that hoariest of ignoble showbiz clichés, the casting
couch. Many of the women who’ve fallen under his spell were aspiring
singers attracted by the promise of stardom from the self-proclaimed
“Pied Piper of R. & B.” But Kelly hasn’t launched the career of a
female protégé since Aaliyah, whom he illegally married, in 1994, when
she was fifteen, shortly after producing and writing her début album,
which he titled “Age Ain’t Nothing but a Number.”

When it comes to the heavy lifting necessary to expose sexual predators,
the pop-music beat has attracted fewer investigative reporters than
politics, or even Hollywood. Many critics have blithely ignored the
long record of charges against Kelly while celebrating his hot-and-horny
jams—such as “Sex in the Kitchen,” “The Zoo,” and that mostly a-capella
epic of debauchery, “Trapped in the Closet”—as hypersexualized kitsch.
The unexamined acceptance of Kelly continues: last month,
the blue-eyed-soul singer Sam Smith sported a Kelly
at the after-party following his performance on “Saturday Night Live.”

Why is the pop-music world so reluctant to address Kelly’s alleged
misdeeds? One reason may be that the genre has witnessed so much bad-boy
behavior for so long that huge swaths of beloved sounds, from James
Brown to the Rolling Stones, from Led Zeppelin to the many records
produced by Dr. Dre, would be out of bounds if listeners didn’t separate
the art from the artist. In general, we seem especially reluctant to
believe the worst of artists whose music has touched us deeply. During
my thirty years as a music critic, I never received more hate mail than
whenever I dared to mention the sexual-abuse allegations against Michael Jackson, even when Jackson was directly addressing
them in songs such as “Tabloid Junkie” and “D.S.”

Kelly’s public image also plays into toxic stereotypes
about black men’s sexual appetites, desires, and even intelligence—he is often portrayed as
all id, an idiot pop-savant; by his own admission, in “Soulacoasta:
The Diary of Me,” he has trouble reading and doing math. Then, too, the
allegations levelled against some celebrities are simply so distasteful
that fans, critics, and journalists can’t bring themselves to discuss
them—a condition that the critic Bill Wyman has called “the ick factor.”
In Kelly’s case, it’s the urination in the notorious video, though Dave
Chappelle had no problem parodying it in “Piss on
a skit from the first season of his television show.

Ultimately, though, I believe that there’s one reason above all others that Kelly isn’t
facing the same scrutiny as other men in the rogues’ gallery of the
moment. It’s one that Karen Attiah, the global-opinions editor of the
Washington Post, expressed in a video
in July. “If even a fraction of the allegations against Kelly are true,
his continued success hinges on the invisibility of black women and
girls in America,” Attiah says. “As long as black women are seen to be a
caste not worthy of care and protection, his actions will not receive
widespread outcry . . . . The saga of Robert Kelly says more about America
than it does about him.”

The women in R. Kelly’s “cult” are all African-American. The sources
whom I talked to for my reporting in BuzzFeed say that Kelly controls when the women
eat and sleep, whom they talk to, where they go, how they dress, and how
they pleasure him in sexual encounters (which he records and shows to
male friends). They also say that he punishes the women physically and
mentally if they break his “rules.” Kelly has changed his modus
operandi—the youngest of the women in the alleged cult were eighteen,
nineteen, and twenty-one, all above the age of consent—but he did not
reckon with four desperate parents who have been relentless in trying to
bring their daughters home. Their efforts have, so far, come to naught:
law-enforcement agencies in Georgia, Florida, and Illinois have declined
to act, and, while the parents and other sources in my stories have been
interviewed at length by federal agents, the F.B.I. will neither confirm
nor deny whether an investigation is taking place.

One of the women in the “cult” has said that she is “happy where I am
None of the others have spoken publicly, but the parents continue to contact me regularly, asking
why, given the current public conversation, Kelly’s history, and what
they call his ongoing abuse, the media isn’t focussing more on him. Even
seventeen years of reporting hasn’t been enough to turn as bright a
spotlight on Kelly as the one exposing many others, because no one, it
seems, matters less in our society than young black women.


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November 30, 2017 at 02:07AM