Having black children

(written by lawrence krubner, however indented passages are often quotes). You can contact lawrence at: lawrence@krubner.com, or follow me on Twitter.

One woman’s account:

My half-black son was born Sept 5th, here in Kansas City, while those protests raged across the state. Because the AA communities in StL and KC are so intertwined I actually am friends with one of Micheal Brown’s cousins, and not thru my husband.

I have been with my husband since 2009, and experienced firsthand racism and bigotry with him and without him, but I never lost that thread of stupid-suburbanite optimism until I was 37 weeks pregnant and realized the baby I carried had a death sentence on his head.

The conditions for my son’s survival are simple: be quiet in public. Be quiet in school. Dress very well and don’t have a bad day. Don’t act like a child, even when you’re a child. Don’t have friends who act like children or have bad days. Don’t drive at night. Don’t drive a car at all, really. Don’t ask for help. Don’t need help. Don’t think for a moment that the 2nd Amendment, especially in our Open Carry state, is available for you, too. Don’t get sick. Do twice as well as the next best, but expect half as much credit. Don’t be visibly upset in public. Don’t be visibly happy in public. Expect all of your academic achievements to be minimized if you enjoy a sport.

Simple, right? Be a slave in every thing but name.

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