I read this ENTIRE essay laughing because I sound exactly like your mother, giving the exact same lesson to my son stuck on White girls in a small rural town with color lines. The world is different as you share when you’re born White.

Another interesting illustration is how they love you, until they don’t. Vicky pulled out her White tears and fragility and left her Black friend like a hot potato. Thank you for sharing the experiences of Black moms trying to protect our children (and how they don’t listen lol). I also loved how the story describes our working ourselves to death and never getting any place, meanwhile the Black child is envying Vicky’s life, privileges, and her mom’s parenting (or lack thereof). This story shares all the nuances of growing up Black in a White world. I loved it. I felt like you held a mirror up to my face and mind. It reflects many of my feelings, experiences, and the worries I had as a mom of Black sons.

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