Posted August 28, 2019 05:29:37I’ve been called an “racist motherfucker” by a lot of people over the years.
I’ve faced criticism from white people, from those who were just upset that I’d let a black kid out of a back door in a car.
I’ve been accused by others of being racist.
But the most hurtful thing I’ve ever received was by a white person, and that’s a person of color.
In my years of activism, I’ve had to deal with racial epithets, harassment, and physical violence.
I’m still dealing with it.
My son is Black and I am white.
I’m not ashamed of it, and I don’t think I need to be.
When I’m called a racist, it’s an expression of hatred, not an act of kindness.
I don’s hate people who think I’m racist, and when I hear the word, I think about the words of the Black Panther Party.
When I see people like that, I know I’m not alone.
We have a lot in common, and my sons experience the same thing.
I want to tell my story because I’ve seen what’s happening to our nation.
I want to share my story so people can understand what it’s like to be a Black person who has been the victim of racial abuse, or racism, or hate speech.
I am a mother of two sons.
They are the most loving, respectful, and kind of intelligent kids I know.
I have never been a racist.
My kids are my best friends.
I love them.
I know they are good people.
But they are also people of color who have been the victims of racial hate speech and hate crime.
I was raised in a Black community, so when I started attending public schools, I wasn’t sure if I would ever get a chance to play sports with a Black kid.
I always wanted to go to a different school.
But then I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma and had to give up my dream.
It was a life-changing moment for me.
I didn’t want to leave my boys behind.
But I didn’t feel safe in my own home, either.
I wanted to have the option to go play in the park with them.
In the summer of 2018, I went to the same park with my sons and my husband.
My husband had just graduated from college, and he said he had heard that Black kids weren’t playing basketball.
I said, “Oh, we can do that.
He said, I’m so glad I asked.
I didn`t want to let my sons down.
I said, No, I want them to have opportunities that they haven`t had in a long time.
My oldest son is 7, and we`re a team.
We`re playing on our team.
I told my husband, you have to understand, you`re the only person in the whole neighborhood who is Black.
When we get a ball, we`ll go down the court and he`ll jump on it.
I never said that to my sons, but I did say, No one can come to my house without asking my permission first.
So I asked him to come to our house, and then he went to our home.
My daughter is 5, and she has never played basketball with her father.
And I said: No, Dad, I`m not going to let them go play.
He`s not going.
I just want to get my kids in the best position possible to play.
My daughters have never played.
And when I went up to the house and told them, no, you can`t play, they said, We don`t know.
We don’t know what’s going on.
I mean, it`s a very tough situation.
My eldest son said, Why can’t they come here?
My son was in the sixth grade.
He said I`ll just have to be the one that tells them.
And they`re like, Why?
Why can` t you tell them?
But that`s the way it was for a long, long time with us.
When they get older, they want to play, but they`ll never be able to because I don`m worried about them.
When they`ve got all the attention, they don`s know how to play basketball.
And that`ll stop them from getting the opportunity to play on the team.
I`m glad that my boys are playing basketball, because I want my boys to get a shot at the NBA.
But you have a chance, and if you don` t, it won`t be worth it.
I understand why my boys want to go into the NBA because I feel like they deserve to be there.
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