A letter to Black Fathers and Their Son’s
Dear Antoine, Zion and Czarien,
After twenty-six days of protests, political posturing, and praying, I felt it necessary to be a beacon of light for you. You bear the mark of richly sun-kissed skin. And although I find it to be absolutely and unquestionably beautiful, I know others may not share my sentiments. That saddens me. I won’t pretend to know the fear that is present with you when you see the images of black men lying lifeless in the street. Seeing this happens far too often for there to be any justifiable reason. Nor will I assume to know the thoughts you might have when you’re determining your route to work or school, respectively. I will, however, tell you that your life and every ounce of air you all breathe, matters to me.
I write these words knowing that someone is prepared to challenge the value of your lives without ever having met you. People may even speculate how you were raised, your level of education, or your temperament based solely on the pigment with which you were blessed. It is unfortunate that they don’t see what I see. Regardless of any of that, my aspiration is that peace be with you, for you and upon you. I hope that it consumes you and exudes from you so much that it changes the hearts of others around you.
While I cannot carry the weight of your life’s journey, I can walk beside you if you allow. I can support your dreams, aspirations, and endeavors. I can give you opportunities as they are available to me. I can promote you, encourage you, and push you to greatness. I can listen to you and learn from you and with you. I can respect you, defend you, and honor you. I can value you. I can do these things while the rest of the world is learning to see you or hear you.
When you make mistakes, I can and will forgive you. I will not judge or condemn you to die. I can do these things because I love you and your lives matter. They always have mattered. They always will matter.
Wife and Mom to amazing individuals