Mel’s Monday Musings: April 12, 2021

I have an online friend who has a son just a few months younger than mine.

These two boys have the same uncommon first name. They both have cool parents who would do anything to keep them safe and happy.

But — my son is safer than his son just walking through this world, existing, and probably always will be. Why? What’s the difference?

You know what I’m going to say. I know you do.

His son is Black. My son is white. Our experiences as parents of young men are not the same. Our heart-to-heart conversations with our children, sometimes very very different. Our fears, not of the same number or magnitude.

I fear for his boy more than I do for mine. I’m heartsick and disgusted and I know I don’t know anything. I don’t even know what’s left to say anymore.

Dear cops everywhere: STOP KILLING BLACK PEOPLE, GODFUCKINGDAMMIT.

The end.