I want what every mother wants, what Trayvon Martin's parents wanted -- for my children to be safe. I want to not have to stay up at night wondering if they might fall prey to racial profiling or stereotyping that could hurt their hearts or, worse yet, take freedom or their very lives.
I do not know Sybrina Fulton. Nor can I claim to understand the depth of her pain. Yet, we share a deep connection. You see, Ms. Fulton is living my nightmare. A constant worry that has lingered in the back of my mind since the birth of my eldest son, some sixteen years ago.
Janelle Harris wrote an interesting article at Essence.com, discussing stereotypes of Black mothers in America. Like everyone else, I thought back to the women who've influenced me in my life, namely my mother, aunts and grandmothers.
Nobody loves like children. They don't come to earth with the ability to hate; they learn that. They aren't born with prejudice and fear; they learn that. They often continue to love through rejection, humiliation and abuse.