You Will Not Hashtag My Son

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At 18 weeks I found out I was having a little boy…and I cried. Like, for real cried. I look at the beautiful, friendly 17 month old that speaks to and hugs anyone within arms distance and cry inside because while he is “adorable” and “sweet” and “precious” NOW, there will come a time when I will have to tell him how this world devalues little black boys like him.

When does that change for you? When does he go from adorable to a threat to you? At what age do you become afraid of him? Give me a heads up so I can get the fuck up out of here…is it 10, 11…what?

I’m not begging you to value me or mines…

You will not hashtag my son.

JI

 

3 Comments

  1. SReneeChisolm
    July 6, 2016 / 6:58 pm

    Girl, girl, girl. You just put a voice to the words of my soul; words spoken in my head every night when I read about all that is going on in the US. Why in the world would I want to bring my son back there? The fact that he is 2 yo but is the height and weight of a 4 yo is cute now but what happens when he’s 12 and looks 16 yo with the height of an adult man? If we move back to the States, we can move to the best neighborhoods, enroll him in the best schools, give him all the love in the world, raise him to be a responsible and productive citizen, and yet all of that will still not shield him from the ugly reality that he is not safe when he walks down the street or go to a park. I’ll never give up my my citizenship because I love my country, but this ugly part of the US will keep me on foreign soil to protect my son. #iwillprotectmycubatallcost #mommabearhasspoken

    • July 7, 2016 / 3:34 pm

      Exactly! I filled out the little’s passport application today and his father and I have had long conversations about the possibility of leaving the country if/when it’s necessary.

  2. October 9, 2016 / 5:19 pm

    scary & heartbreaking indeed… I feel like as a Country we simply go round & round in circles & black men are always the victim.

    *sighs* raising a black man in America is one of the hardest things to do.

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