I see a common theme in the African American community -- a tolerance of the current state. "This system wasn't made for us, that's just how it is," I hear. This mentality permeates through world famous academics, and is widely read in higher education.
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.
Hallmark's decision to create a Father's Day card for black women engages in the act of celebrating a dysfunction, increasing the likelihood that the dysfunction eventually becomes as acceptable as the normal state of affairs.
I have a very personal love affair with Black History Month, and I've been encouraged by the stories of unbelievable bravery my mother and grandmother shared with me of their own experiences living in the Jim Crow South.