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.

That’s great.”

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.

And the more I