This February snowy day I’m working in my attic office looking out at the winter wonderland outside. I can hear my partner and children laughing and yelling through the window pane as they tumble in the snow. I feel joy and gratitude.
And I feel deep angst because so little is changing. I know the world my Brown boys are inheriting. Last night we watched the Netflix series, Raising Dion. The lead child actor is Dion, a Black boy. After a scene where Dion and a white boy have an altercation and a white male teacher intervenes accusing Dion of being the villain, my oldest son, without skipping a beat, says to us, “the teacher is treating him like that because he has dark skin.”
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