A few days ago, during her first week in 2nd Grade my daughter was asked by a fellow student, why she wore a “black mask”. It was not a question of innocence or curiosity. The same child, on the first day of school, brought a Vietnamese student to tears with mean-spirited, racially-charged comments about her ethnicity.
This from a 7 year old? Who will he be at 27 or 47 years old when there’s no authoritative figure in seat to mandate a less than sincere apology?
There are NO WORDS for how sick I am of the “race matters” discussion! Tired of explaining where racism and culture bias occurs to people who don’t have to live within its historic time stamp. Repulsed by people who wield their sickness openly and willingly, while expecting me to be patient, understanding and capable of looking beyond it.
Angered by having to educate my innocent 7 year old (I’ve been through this “coaching” twice already with my sons) about the crap she’ll have to face as a result of being sugar-honey brown!
Unbelievable I walked away from a life rooted in Civil Rights and Social Justice 15 years ago only to find we’ve made little to no progress in the struggle for freedom and justice. Feels more like we’re living in 1964 rather than 2014.
As the senseless deaths of black males continue to be a tragic American past-time, inconceivable the 1857 words Chief Justice Roger B. Taney spoke to Dred Scott and the world ring truer than ever! That black men…
“had no rights which the white man was bound to respect; and that the negro might justly and lawfully be reduced to slavery for his benefit. He was bought and sold and treated as an ordinary article of merchandise and traffic, whenever profit could be made by it.”
And this is our PRESENT DAY reality?!
My Great Grandmother Annie Jackson’s Jim Crow South admonishment and warning to her sons has found its 21st century incarnation and medium in ME?!
Damn. Damn. Damn!
How the hell can this be?! Makes me wanna holler!