When Leaving Racism Means Leaving One’s Family
And how my son made it so much easier
11 min readAug 9, 2021
“I wish you’d just married a Black girl instead.” These were the first words my mom said to me as I stepped onto the front porch of her house in the Mississippi Delta in the early months of 1990. I wasn’t offended — in fact, I knew that by not using the n-word, to her mind she was actually making an effort to be both…