A Mother's Hope
One thing I think a lot of people don't consider right now is what it is to be the mother of a Black child, or a child of a minority for that matter. My son is my entire world wrapped into a ball of energy and sweetness I can not imagine life without. My son is also Black. I grew up in a very different world, then he will know, and I can only shelter him from this chaos and the ugliness for so long. He will be a child of two worlds. The world he has grown up in and the way the world views him as a Black Man. I want my son to hold his head high and be proud of who he is, what he looks like, what his cultures entail, and who his ancestors were and experienced. I want his future to be a long and bright, just like any other mother, but my son's life expectancy is dependant on the civility of others. Education is typically lower for African American men, employment is harder to come by, and the poverty rate for African American's is twice as high to all men. Police brutali