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The Stormy Poet posted this because we are NOT protecting our children. No, of course we cannot keep our children from knowing about racism, bigotry, prejudice and insane, rabid hatred that is projected at us by the whites, but by the same token, we need not continue to put our children in harm’s way by insisting that we must attend a racist event when we already know what we will see. And of course some will say that for those of us who live in the south, we should expect such. No, we should not have to expect, that when we venture outside our homes, racist symbols will bombard us at every turn.
Growing up in the south, and having born a son in the south, I tried with all my might to mitigate the instances whereas he would experience racism as a child and forever be traumatized by it. Unfortunately, I was not successful because, as a very young child attending daycare and/or school, that is when he first experienced racism. Since I had to work and my husband, his father, as well had to work, we had to enroll him in daycare. One day when I was getting him ready for daycare, I heard him say, under his breath, “You’re just a nigger.” I said, “What did you say?” He did not repeat it and I then asked him where had he heard that and he would not tell me if he had heard this at daycare or at school. Hell hath no fury. I lit into each and every single piece of shit that I came into contact with both at daycare and at his school. But little did I know that the damage that was done to my son was lasting. Of course I withdrew him from both, but I was too late.
And that is why I do believe that my son thought so little of himself and of those who look like him that he chose a white bitch to marry and procreate with. My son also has a scathing, deep-seated hatred of women. The conversations we have had about a woman’s role in this world would leave you reeling. He thinks women were put here for one purpose and one purpose only and that we don’t have any brains, hence why he will never vote for a woman for president. Needless to say, my son is persona non grata. I cannot tell you the last time we even so much as glanced at one another. The last time we saw each other, we did not even acknowledge each other’s presence and though I failed at my job as a parent because I did not do my research and find out if the school and daycare facilities that I had entrusted with the care of my child were exemplary in their credentials, I still cannot overlook my son’s manner in speaking to me when it comes to defending the white filth that he has taken up with. I will not condone him raising his voice to me because I refused to allow his latest white fling inside my car. What does this have to do with this post? Where it all began when I failed to properly protect him from hearing “You’re just a nigger,” when he was only six years old is what this has to do with this post. Sometimes, we can try and protect our children from being in certain places that we know they will be subjected to racism, but when it comes to daycare establishments and schools, we have also got to step up our game.
American descendants of slaves, protect your children as much as you can. Do not fail them as I failed my son. Please heed this post by The Stormy Poet because the lasting detrimental impact that an early exposure to racism has on them is real; it’s ugly and it ain’t going nowhere. Take it from me, I know.
From the article:
Our children deserve the unadulterated truth about the society they’re going into every day and that war has been waged against them simply for being born a particular color. The greatest betrayal a black parent go commit against their child is to not psychologically and emotionally train and prepare them for it.
Heed those words!