I Am Not Trayvon Martin: Some Thoughts on White Privilege

Sunday morning saw a proliferation of hoodies on my Facebook home page. Hoodies and status updates shouting, “We are all Trayvon Martin!” Or sometimes, “We are all Trayvon’s mother.” These were posts by liberal, thoughtful white people -- teachers and homemakers, professors and artists. I get the point. It’s a show of solidarity....more

Why I'm Glad I'm Not Black

I’m glad I’m not black.Why? One reason: If I were, then my little four-year old son would grow into a black teenage boy someday. Being a black teenage boy in this country has to be a tough gig.For Trayvon Martin, it was fatal....more

Mothers of Dead Children

Mothers are driven to protect their children. It's innate. When the very laws we live by allow our children to die, with bullets buried in the bodies we birthed and love, our hearts explode in rage and pain that transforms us and makes of us something distinctly other than that which we were before. This is a story of the parents of the children murdered at Sandy Hook Elementary and how it propelled them into the world of gun control legislation and political action....more

Who Has the Right to Judge?

Who Has the Right to Judge?...more

How Can I Protect My Son From Becoming Another Trayvon Martin?

   Trayvon Martin. A name forever etched in the annals of America’s complex relationship with race.We all know the story. A 17-year-old armed with only a bag of Skittles, a hoodie and mocha skin is followed by a neighborhood watch man. At this moment, neither are breaking the law. Then there’s a confrontation. A few minutes later, Trayvon Martin is dead and George Zimmerman is accused in his death....more

This is my boy

Trayvon Martin, The East, and the Consequences of Privilege

I remember being a kid and wondering why the fuck all of the grownups I knew seemed so incredibly laissez-faire about everything that was wrong with the world....more

OUR HEARTS ARE BROKEN

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