Hint: It’s about you, not them.
As the White Mother of a Black Son My Deepest Fears Have Been Realized
Stepping into the reality of Black America.
When I adopted my youngest child from Florida at three days of age, I knew it would be different. I accepted my role as the mother of a black son solemnly. I tried to instill in him lessons that his heritage and the history of America demanded. I instructed him that the police are…