We both knew it meant something—for us as well as for our children—although at the time, I’m not sure either of us knew exactly what. Things like: * The ability to get a pass from a professor with little question asked after he missed an exam.
I usually laugh, whenever I encounter someone who speaks in this manner. In other words, they expect a negative reaction, or a reaction. With that said, this comment comes from a Caucasian male, addressing his disdain for Caucasian women.
Well, specifically, the ones romantically involved with Black males.
By Martha Wood A while back, I met up for a play date with another white mother to children of color. It has never bothered me that my daughter and I have different skin colors. To me, she’s my daughter and I see her on the inside more than I see her on the outside. I haven’t passed very much on to her in the way of looks. To see me in my daughter, you have to look into her eyes and gaze down at her face. * The knowledge that he would be okay to knock on a stranger’s door late at night if he was lost in an unknown neighborhood.
As we sat chatting and watching our daughters play, I noticed something about her daughter, next to Annika, and no doubt, she noticed that same thing. Something I’d never noticed about Annika before that day. People tell me all the time she looks like her dad. She has my smile and the shape of my eyes and my cheekbones. The only people who will see that will also have to know me. * Performing illegal activities as a teen/college student, like drinking underage, using a fake I. and even doing drugs without much thought to what might happen if the neighbors knew what they were doing.
Racism is as real as a heart transplant, but it does not mean We often say the discussion of race is one we should dissect openly, but whenever this happens in the public sphere, people run and hide. This means that our children will engage with other children.