This weekend has turned my world upside down. I love my kids more than anything. And this weekend my heart was broken and angry. I worry about my kids daily. And as a mom, I always feel the need to protect my children even if they are grown. As a black woman, my worse nightmare and fear is of something happening to my children. I have never heard of white women being scared that the police might do something to their children. To have to prepare your children to live differently than other people has always gotten to me. To have my kids make sure that they are on their Ps and Qs while others can act crazy and get away with it pisses me off. To be taken to jail for something that could have been a fix-it ticket is still puzzling to me. My fear is that they see a black boy and that’s all that people see. No one sees that this is someone’s child, brother, grandchild, and future father. They treat our children like they don’t belong. I have to pray harder that my children will be treated with respect while they are giving you respect. I pray that no one will use their power to take a life that wasn’t there’s to take. I pray another black mother never has to go through the pain and stress that I had to go through. This just isn’t a new conversation, this conversation is an everyday conversation in the Black and Brown community. It doesn’t matter how successful you may be a cop sees a nice car and you black you’re going to get pulled over. For some this may go over your head, some this doesn’t matter because it will never happen to your child and some you have gone through this already. When will driving while black stop? I fear for my husband and boys every time that they leave. I shouldn’t have to worry about them. Why do Black and Brown communities have to have conversations with our children when other’s don’t. Other’s can be disrespectful and nothing happens at all. But let a Black or Brown person do it and it could cost you your life? Everyone’s life is important. There should never be favoritism but there is. I’m tired and I’m hurt that we still have to deal with this stuff. When will it end? I know that every situation is going to be different, but what hurts is that no one seems to care about our children.