I have no idea what Heather and Braydon are feeling and experiencing, but I find just the thought to be horrifying:
Over the past week or so Braydon and I have had a series of encounters with overt racism. Of course we encounter various forms of racism regularly. Nevertheless, that doesn’t make it easy. It is horrifying. Racism has always been something that has horrified me. But it takes on a new level of horror when you’re raising black children. I remember talking about this once with a black friend of mine. He told me that racism had always been the dark side of life for him, but when he became a father racism was suddenly in “all caps” (racism became RACISM). Not being black myself, I surely don’t even know the half of it. But I’ll go out on a limb and say that as a mother, racism is no longer racism… it is RACISM.