So a ten year old tells me he is sleeping with his BB gun
clutched in his hands
because his mama told him protestors are
burning
things down.
I donât know where to start.
So we watch some peaceful protests
I donât show him the murder but I tell him that George called out for his mama.
He cries.
I tell him about Tamir Rice
and Tyre King
and how toy guns in their black hands
were death sentences.
He weeps.
I tell him that cops are people and some are bad just like some people are bad
but the problem is that the bad cops are allowed to be bad
allowed to hurt boys who look like him
and then go home to their mamas.
I explain racism
as best as you can explain a senseless thing
to a child that doesnât see color or understand hatred.
So I tell him that yes
the people are burning
I
am burning
and the pain and the anger and the fear that black and brown mamas have been holding for so long
is now demanding justice.
I see all the empathy and compassion missing from so many others
pouring out of a ten year oldâs eyes
and I canât help but wonder
maybe if we taught all our children the truth about how we got here
together they would make us a world
that didnât have to burn.


















