When My Cute Black Kids Become What You Fear Most
Originally published in 2017. Sadly (and perpetually) still relevant.
Rarely a day goes by when my sons, ages 4 and 18 months, don’t get complimented on how good-looking they are. My oldest, who has a light skin tone and dirty blonde hair, was once called beautiful by a young, white filmmaker we met at the park. Thinking my son was biracial, she exclaimed that she wanted to find a Black man so she could have “Malcolm X ba…
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