It's an uncomfortable truth, but it is the truth. There are many, many moms just like me who happened to be raising black children and they have much different and grave concerns for their children's future. I spoke to one mom, Ivy Sowell, who is a stay-at-home mom and entrepreneur working towards her own business. She and her husband, Eugene, have an adorable eight-month-old son named Dixon.
Upon seeing the senseless killings of both Alton Sterling and Philando Castile this past week in America, I was immediately angered and disgusted. Being a Caribbean citizen, I did the only thing I thought I could do to aid in the fight against gun violence by American police officers against black people, in particular.
My name is Adam Constantine. I am a Christian, son, brother, friend, college graduate, former professional athlete, higher education professional and unique content creator. But if you pass me on the street, does that even matter? To some, I'm an angry black man looking for handouts and waiting to cause trouble.
I got my first paying job at the "black McDonald's" in Clayton, Missouri. Everybody called it black McDonald's because almost all of the staff was black, even though Clayton was almost completely white. That McDonald's was a refuge; it was one of the few places where a black teenager could easily find work in the St. Louis metropolitan area.
I was taught, by my parents, that the "N" word is an ignorant person -- male or female, and of any race. And I accept that to be its definition. Even though I don't believe the word is interchangeably related to all Black people, I know I would not like someone calling me that word in a negative way.