Yesterday was a typical day for Aiden. I took him and August to the Brooklyn Bridge Park Pier 2 pool, he worked on his cannon balls, played Marco Polo and pool tag with a few other kids, and swam until he was tired. Overtired.
We had lunch on a nearby picnic table, listened to music, chatted, shared jokes.
We took a walk to Pier 1, played under the Brooklyn Bridge, went to Jane's Carousel, and played on a nearby lawn.
It wasn't until after we got home, after dinner, after baths and cleaning and putting the boys to bed that I realized something: it wasn't a typical day at all. Not for me. Not as a mom of a little black boy.
That's when I realized that I was in mourning. I am in mourning.
Yesterday, America woke up to a hashtag. Another hashtag of another black man, Alton Sterling, killed at the hands of police officers, those who are supposed to protect and serve.
At this point, I am scared. I fear for my sons. I fear for Aiden's and August's lives.
I share so much about my story and Aiden's life on this place and space. I share my truth. Well, this fear? It's also my truth. I am scared, y'all.
If Aiden were to ever be stopped by a police officer, how does he stay safe? How does he stay alive? What do I tell him that'll keep him alive and well and help him get home without holes in his body?
Respect authority?
Don't wear a hoodie?
Don't play with toy guns?
Don't ask, "Why am I being pulled over?"
In the land of the free, don't act so... free?
What?! What do I tell him to help him stay alive?
He's eight.
He's sweet and funny and full of energy. He loves to read to August and play with August. He loves to play on his iPad, play chess, and swim. He gets a thrill from solving math problems and doing science experiments. He likes to try to shoot like Steph Curry (even though he can't make a three-pointer for the life of him). He's terrified of bugs and he's still scared of the dark. He still sleeps with teddy bears and the lights on and children's music in order to not be so afraid of the dark.
He's eight.
But soon he will be 10. Then 12. Then 15.
Soon he will be taller. Soon he will weigh more. Soon he will grow facial hair. Soon, some white women will cringe when they see him walking towards them. Soon, some teachers in his school will no longer give him the benefit of the doubt, but he will get a huge consequence for a minor infraction. Soon, some store clerks will follow him around thinking that he's about to steal something. Soon, police officers will see his brown skin and see him as a threat to their safety.
What then? What, as his mother, do I do at that point?
I'm at a loss. And I'm scared.
This may fade away from the spotlight. The Alton Sterling and Philandro Castile hashtags may fade away from mainstream media. After awhile, people may stop talking about it. But know this: it won't go away. Not for me, not for black mothers. Aiden's brown skin won't go away. He can't take it off. He has to live with it every single day.
Yesterday, I had the news on in the background as I was making dinner and as Aiden was playing with a ball. The Alton Sterling coverage came on and Aiden's first response was, "But... they didn't have to kill him! Even if they thought he had a gun, they're supposed to just arrest him and take him to jail."
His second response went something to the tune of, "Wait... something like this happened before. Right?"
He remembers Mike Brown. And Tamir Rice. And Eric Garner.
He's eight.
I am in mourning. And I... I can't breathe.
This gives me goosebumps. I'll never know the fear you have for your son, and I'm so sorry that this is the reality of the world that we live in today. So much love, peace and protection to you all.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me want to cry, it's not productive I know, but how do we deal with the fear? I feel so helpless.
ReplyDelete1. I'm European. And white. As is my child.
ReplyDelete2. I never reacted here before.
3. I read this blog about a year ago for the first time. I was at the lowest point in my journey of being a single and young mother. I was convinced I had given up all my sexy-ness at age 24. Then I read, in maybe 2 days ALL your blogs. About style. About studying. About abusive, very abusive relationships. About talking it out. About not being ashamed. It all were revelations. About being a stubborn, wanting to stop a new relationship because you got used to the pattern and about finding someone who looked through that.
That year, which turned out to be the turning year of my life, I found a new hero. I didn't know her, but on pics she was fabulous as well as in her writing: full of confidence yet open to talk about things to improve and weaknesses. Motherhood didn't stop her in her personal growth, not at all. Did I say how much I NEEDED to find such a role model?
4. I also saw a black woman. A black child, later two. I saw a woman who is proud of herself, who writes she loves to show her legs, and who changes her hairdo every few months. All again inspiration to me. I need more of this way of looking to life. Not 'black', but you. Truly. I feel powerless in my attempt to give nor you nor myself a feeling being locked up in our skins yet also not neglecting it. Why would I need to do that?
5. And now this post. I cannot explain why it's hitting me hard. It's making clear maybe that my world and yours still are not the same, still at least another generation of time and efforts that are separating my world and my worries of the world of a woman who did change tru things in my life by the things she writes down about her thoughts, processes and self esteem.
Thank you so much for reading all this time and responding to this post. I really appreciate it. There are so many layers her and so many levels -- I'd love to talk with you more about it, if you'd like. Email me: harper.alicia@gmail.com :-)
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All of you people, black and white which are agree with all this irrational actions, reactions, articles,complaints wake up and be smarter.it is the time to be smarter but not louder