My heart bleeds openly for everyone to see, because I’m the mother of a 13 year old black male, that is becoming extinct. I come from a small town here in Kentucky, and know every one I pass on the street, that I’ve walked around with blinders on, hindering myself from seeing the reality of what’s around me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying racism is no wheres to be found… believe me it’s still alive and kicking. Thanks to Social Media, and all it allows me to see.
It breaks my heart to see a lot of the people I grew up with, hung out with, and spent the night with, when growing up, share some posts that give me a glimpse of how they truly feel, about the way they view the life of someone who does not share their same color of skin. Again, don’t get me wrong, every one is entitled to their own opinion and I respect that. I also respect being able to ‘unfriend’ you, and not be asked in text and inbox, a question starting with the word… WHY!
Please don’t follow me around when I’m shopping in a store, or come up to me like I’m a monster, because I raise my child differently then yours. My son will not yell at me, fight me, or cuss me out. He will be raised to be a respectable, law-abiding citizen as well as an educated black man. I will not let sports be his only way to college and drugs be his down fall. I will be there, lifting him and praying for him, every step of the way. As a mother of an 13 year old black male, it scares me to let him out of my sight, let alone go around the block to hang out with his friends. I constantly call his phone, text him, and when he doesn’t answer, I’ll call one of his friends. I’m scared all the time, I’m going to get a call that something has happened to my son… this is no way to live. When he asks me if he can spend the night over a friend’s house, I ask him if they can ask their parents to stay at mine. There will be 10-15 boys in my house at one time, and I’m okay with it. I know that MY child is home, and I don’t have to worry about where he’s at. I make sure there are LOTS of activities that they can get into, food to eat, and movies to watch. I realize that my son has a lot of non black friends, and I love them just like they are my own, and all of them come from wonderful homes. One thing I feel I need to share is…I fear for their lives also. Will they pay the price for being with a black kid? In the same breath, I wonder if they will be the ones that will save my son’s life, just because they are white? Does that make sense to you?
I’m scared for him to get his license. I’m scared for him to drive alone, but also scared for him to drive with someone in the car with him. As the mother of a 13 year old black male, I stay confused. I talk to my husband and make out plans of what we will do when it’s time for him to drive. I tell his sister’s, that I’m worried about them also. Don’t think you’re less than him. I love you all the same. But right now babies, they’re killing our young (black) men and I need to make sure his surrounding are safe. I have to make a plan to educate him on the do’s and Dont’s of this terrible hate filled land. As a parent, Of a teenager I should only be telling him, improve your grades, take out the trash, stop teasing and fighting your sisters and go take a bath. Instead I educate him on staying alive.
Son, I want you to do what the officer tells you. Don’t ask him no questions, Don’t let him get into your mind, getting you all riled up and angry. Son, please don’t resist, don’t curse, and don’t act like you going to reach for anything. If he ask you for paperwork, tell him where it is, or let him know your reaching to get it. If he seems as if he getting ready to arrest you, let him. Don’t give him a reason to cause a fight. On the way to the police department don’t talk, don’t stare, please keep your head hung in prayer. Make sure you know my number by heart, when it’s time to get your call. My promise to you is that I’ll be there in a flash, that’s something you never need to doubt. I pray there are witnesses to all that has occurred, If not, just the sound of your voice will calm my broken heart. I would rather hear you telling me to come get you, instead of a cop, knocking at my door letting me know you’re…. Never mind I don’t ever want it to come to that. Just make sure you follow all the rules and remember Momma’s got your back. None of our kids are safe. Not black, white, Asian, or any other race. As long as we have COPS out there with a God Complex, everyone is doomed.
There are cops out there, whose agenda is to kill. It’s a high, a reward, a notch on their belt. They’re a gang that we’ve all have come to fear, due to the fact, it’s legal for them to be armed. We were counting on you to show our kids the way to be a good citizen, protect them and cause them no arm. Instead when we see you coming, I go in the opposite direction, pulling my car where there is light and filled with people, so that there’s always a witness. I grew up around cops… Never had a reason to fear any of them. Times have changed and agendas have changed. It’s no longer to protect and to serve for some… it’s a game about how many can we kill before someone stops them. Makes one wonder if we have let them go to far? It’s time we take a stand, and end this once and for all. I say this out of anger, love, hope and strength.
Signed, The Mother Of A 13 Year Old Black Male