It was bath time last week. Who knew bathing my 6 year-old-son would provide much more perspective on the words “put your hands up.”
As he soaked in his suds, I asked him to put his hands up–and then I stopped. 328 more words
I’m raising a black male in a racist city that systematically, frequently, and with impunity kills black males.
If a white officer announces his intent to kill a black male, is recorded making that announcement, and then kills that black male less than a minute later and still is found not guilty, what else is there to do? 44 more words
What would you do if your teenage son gifted you with a luxury car? Well, in the case of the baby gangsta crew from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, their parents must have looked the other way. 790 more words