It’s been 4 years since that video. Only this time, we are cross-country in a place that is so unfamiliar yet I used to call home. I don’t remember my city especially the youth being so proactive. I come from a generation where our communities instilled fear and looked the other way when the situation had nothing to do with us. Things are different for me now. I’m seeing this world as a parent. A parent in a city where I grew up and my kids are Black and Brown. And again, Marcus and I are having the same conversations from 4 years ago. Conversations my parents never imagined of having with me yet these are constant conversations we have with our kids.
This time though it feels different too. I get to include my family in these hard conversations because they aren’t thousands of miles away unable to relate to what is happening. They’re seeing it unfold and I’m here to say let’s not look away. There are protest happening outside our windows and the news can’t be fully trusted. This time I’m not in shock it feels more like I’m mourning. I’m alert, aware, and taking part in making change happen.
I’ve taken the responsibility to inform and educate my extended family about racial inequalities, police brutality, and systematic injustices as it pertains to Black and Brown lives but honestly, I share how it affects Black lives thru the eyes of a wife of a Black man and a Mother to Black children. The conversations aren’t easy. There is so much to unlearn but the conversations are needed. The hardest conversations can lead to change.
It’s my duty to be loud and take part in the change and it starts at home. My husband and my kid’s lives are in danger and if you have friends and family that are black and brown their lives are in danger too.