My heart aches for the family of Trayvon Martin. I've thought of my grandson and I've offered multiple kisses and extra hugs. There was moment when I then questioned how sexism has creeped its way into my psyche. I've only briefly thought about my daughter and her blackness and her safety. I haven't thought about - what if Trayvon was a black female and what impact that would have if Trayvon was my daughter. Could this happen to her? Would she be heard? What scares me is that these questions were secondary to my fear of what this world would be for my grand SON. My thoughts of how racism would impact my grandson and not my daughter speaks volumes to how we talk about the issue. I've been conditioned to think this way. Black women and girls have to overcome both racism and sexism without fanfare or acknowledgement. Affirmations of our victimization rarely comes. Just to say that we have been victimized goes against the mantra of th...
Journey through Lucidity