How Trump Ruined My Relationship With My White Mother

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This is an old article, truer today than it was in 2017. I will post the end, you should read the rest. It is haunting.




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I can’t sit and actively engage with a person—even if it is my mother, whose blood is running through my body—if she doesn’t care about me, my story or what I live through. If she can’t see past her own appreciation for a bigoted, dangerous man, who, because of the position people like her have placed him in, has the ability to do significant damage to my civil liberties, then I don’t know what place she can have, reasonably, in my life. It’s sad. It’s disappointing. It’s my mother.

Blood is not thicker than freedom and it’s not thicker than safety. Sometimes blood is just that, blood. I know my mother loves me; I’m her son. But, honestly, I don’t think my mother cares about what that really means.

Privilege is real. White privilege is real. It turns out, it can even trump blood. That reality is harsh. But it’s real.

Welcome to my reality.

https://verysmartbrothas.theroot.com/how-trump-ruined-my-relationship-with-my-white-mother-1797935049

I posted this in the African American Group. I haven't been back in a few years now. I loved this place, so many good kind members here. You were driven away, you are gone but not forgotten.

Fact: All Lives Will Never Matter Until Black Lives Matter Too.

One last time, sad that it had to be said on a Democratic board:

****THIS IS POSTED IN THE AFRICAN AMERICAN GROUP. A GROUP NOT A FORUM. SHOW RESPECT***