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Trayvon Martin..A Lesson I'm Not Ready to Teach

Like every Black mother who read or watched the story of Trayvon Martin unfold, immediately following the anger, sadness and outrage, I felt fear. That not-so irrational fear of "Will my son be next?".

I watch my nine-year-old running around the backyard pretending to be the hero from whatever new cartoon he's obsessing about this week and I wonder how can anyone think he's dangerous, suspicious? Not my son. But every Black mom thinks, not my son, don't they?

As the story continued to unfold and the media storm reached full crescendo, I knew a conversation with my inquisitive children would be unavoidable. This is unfortunately a required lesson for a male black child. How do you explain the what you cannot understand? How do you make sense of what isn't sensible? I debated on what to tell my very sheltered, very sensitive son. He's one of those children that insist on everything being fair and equal. After all nine is way to young to understand the complexities of racism and racial profiling right?

So as the evening news flashed Travyon Martin's face across the screen once more I readied myself to broach subject with my son. To my surprise, he beat me to the punch. He says "Mommy have you heard about Trayvon Martin?". When I replied yes, my baby began explain to me the intrinsic details of the case! He expressed such outrage and sadness. He sounded so mature, I was proud. Then as he takes his Oreos to kitchen table, he says "I hope I don't get 'racial profiled' Mommy". And my heart breaks.

As proud as I was initially for having a child so knowledgeable and informed, I was now equally devastated. At a time when my son's most pressing fear should be his spelling test on Friday, why should he carry this extra burden? I thought to myself "he's way too young to know this". But when is the right age? What is the right age to let my son know that as a black male he is never safe? At what age is it to say you will be forever fighting a negative image that isn't a reflection who you are? How old should he be before I tell him, that police are here to protect and serve everyone who isn't you? When do I let him know that the judicial system doesn't work for you dear?

How can it be my duty as the mother of this child who looks at the world as this bright open place full of promise and opportunity and teach him that it's an active landmine that he'll spend his life trying not to detonate?

I may be naive, but that's a lesson I'm just not ready to teach.


Comments

Yolanda English said…
I don't have sons but I have tons of young black boys that I share the same sentiment with...great blog...keep up the good work!
Anonymous said…
Definitely well written Shev. But I dunno about teaching the negative. THe world isn't a landmine, but a goldmine filled with stupid people. He has to be smart, but not suspicious. THat is what I hope Chase got out of our conversation. Imagine getting this question, "Mommy, since Grandad is white does he think I'm bad?" I agree..definitely not the convo I wanted to have either. Sad. Well written Shev
Prospector said…
Hi, I found your blog through Black Bloggers Connect.
It's certainly not easy being us. Damned if we do and damned if we don't. This is how we teach our young ones- they don't do what we say - they do what we do. Even when it seems like they're not paying attention. My mom used to say about the children, "They can hear a rat piss in cotten if you don't want them to".
I'm enjoying you blog. Keep it going.
Anonymous said…
I'm so sorry you have to go through this and even sorrier that any male child should ever worry about police profiling. I'm not saying it's okay at all. However it is a tool that only police who trained in it's application should use. I'm also hoping what follows next doesn't seem racist as I am not and this disclaimer isn't a cover. I'm mom to 2 white little girls. Their being white doesn't really matter but the fact that they are female does. They will be profiled. Not by police but by males. Males seeking to rob, rape, kill or harm them. I'm saddened that in this world I have had to start teaching my daughters about safe people at the age of two. It hurts knowing I can't always be there. None of us are safe as long as we cover for our law breaking families or don't demand good citizenship. You are not the place to lay this question but as a blogger and writer and someone I enjoy reading on, I pose to you a question about the black community and the matriarchal approach that leaves me curious as to how the offender population is heavily black? I'm asking this as a concerned person. What is it as a black person or black mom that anyone else can do to strengthen the community, to demand education, honest living, Godly love and devotion to family? What can the black community do to as a whole to weed out the bad apples? To not align with them and subtly allow illegal activities? I'm not bashing and I accept this isn't an issue any one of us can fix on our own but I wonder what efforts it will take and when will it began that the black community as a whole is turned around and seen as upstanding without the looming doubt or fear.
Since this case is about Martin, I will add that it's a tragedy that should never had occurred had Zimmerman been properly profiled as a loose cannon. He was at fault the moment he started to follow innocent Martin. God speed healing to the Martin family.
Unknown said…
I first have to say, I read this many times over many days trying to keep an open mind to understand your point of view. I am still at a loss. let me try to address your points one by one. I am not sure but I think you are under the misinformation that black males are the biggest offenders against white females, this is statistically incorrect, that would be white men. I understand fear for your daughter's safety, I have two daughters also and fear for the safety in a male dominated world. But take a look at these statistics:
* Those inmates who were convicted of committing violent acts against children were more like to have been white, a percentage of nearly 70%, than any other race.
* White inmates were nearly three times more likely to have victimized a child than black inmates.
* About one in every seven Hispanic convicts had been convicted for a crime against a child.
* Nearly two-thirds of convicted child molesters and/or offenders were or had been married.
* Child molesters and offenders were more likely to have grown up in a two parent home and were more likely to have been molested as a child.
* Approximately 22% of child offenders reported having been sexually abused as a child.

When it comes to all of my children's safety, i am much more afraid of the John Doe in the khaki's and briefcase and volvo, than Jaheem Dow with his pants hanging a lil low,, why? Because children that look like mine have been systematically raped, abused, sold and killed by John Doe's and continue to do so,without enough retribution for many many years. And the patriarchal white society has a tendency to excuse and absolve themselves at every turn. And while white women are continually raped and murdered by their own husbands at alarming rates, they clutch their purses when my son walks by.

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