really get it — the fear, the danger, the harassment experienced by Black people encountering the police — until my husband said our baby boy, at 4 years old, has a target on his back that will only get bigger as he does.It’s hard for anyone who’s not a sociopath to watch the videos of Jacob Blake’s and George Floyd’s killings or look at that beaming image of Breonna Taylor taken not long before she was killed in her bed or listen to the anguished words of Tony McDade, a trans man, before he was also shot dead by police.
As a parent of a Black child, I’m frightened and furious and partially numb because that’s how I make it through the days.But it also feels like I’m on vacation.