When the boy child was 5 years old, he called me ‘Blackie’ and proudly told me that his friend from school told him that ‘Blackie’ was another word for Black people. To say I was shocked, upset, angry was an understatement. That moment, that time the boy child called my a racial slur, was my awakening. Aside from the racial […]
Imagine this…You are living in Atlanta, Donald Trump has just won the election. You are shocked, you are in disbelief. You look over at your young son, his Black life matters more than anything in the world to you. Like so many Black mothers in the US, you worry for his future, you stress at the education systems private and […]
My own family tree is a network of blank spots and unanswered questions.