@ossobuco,
My niece's mother was from africa and her father from california, irish descent.
When she was visiting me in her early teens up in northern california, there was an extravaganza at the presentation of a client's new roof garden. I had shown up with my young niece, who had mostly been having a good time with us in our gallery studio, learning to type, photocopying, and similar. A working crew, the three of us, music on, when she was there.
The host said something nasty to me about her. She was fourteen.
I could hardly get it. I'm sure my answer wasn't adequate, as she moved away.
I think on that same trip, she had chores to help us in our work, and one was to walk my business partner's dog, the doberman from heaven who appeared as dobie from hell. Trucks slowed, with guys treating her as a whore.
All this stuff is still going on.