This wild political season has put transracial adoption in the news thanks to Amy Coney Barrett’s confirmation hearings. No, this isn’t a post on what I think of Amy Coney Barrett. Yes, this is a post on being a white mother to black children. As a white mother to black children, the world often views
Three. Five. Eight. Those are the ages of three of Jacob Blake’s sons. Those are nearly the ages of my three daughters. Jacob Blake’s sons are my sons. They are my daughters’ siblings. They are our children. Jacob Blake’s three sons witnessed their father being shot as he attempted get into the family SUV. The
Tears were streaming down my face at 5:30am this morning. The sky, still black, seemed appropriate as I began to grieve the loss of life of two protesters in Kenosha, Wisconsin. I shouldn’t have been shocked but I was as I read that two protesters, who were seeking justice for Jacob Blake, were gunned down
“Was he white?” This was one of many questions B asked me on her first trip to Ferguson. Today was the first time she learned that Mommy has taken to the streets a few times over the past six years to protest unjust laws, killings, racism, and white supremacy. Today marks the sixth year since
5 black women – you need to know – who are making history now. There’s so much when it comes to black history. There is joy and resilience and love. Black history celebrates the past while also inspiring the future. And yet, we so often only focus on black history one month of the year.
How has the killing of Michael Brown Jr. impacted you? All I could do was stare at this question. I was with Chris at Greater St. Mark Family Church, the eve of the five year anniversary of Mike Brown’s killing in Ferguson, MO. We were attending a St. Louis Public Radio storytelling event, #LivingFerguson. Persons