BonBon Break written by Keesha Beckford:
Dear White Mom:
I’m writing this to you as a friend, as a dear friend. We’ve shared
so much over the years, before kids – blissfully ignorant childhoods,
angsty teenage years, the discovery and recklessness and uncertainty of
college and early adulthood, and now this. Motherhood. We’ve been there
for each other all the time – through birth plans gone awry,
breastfeeding, being so sleep deprived we don’t know if we’re wearing
shoes, picky eaters, husbands who appear to be working against us,
discipline, the mean moms at the playground, everything. I don’t know
how I’d be here without you, and I hope you feel the same about me.
I love you, girl, you know I do.
But now I need something. My heart hurts so much I can barely stand. I
don’t ask for much — you know I hate asking for anything, but now I
need help, desperately, and so I’m going to put myself out there.
Michael Brown was recently shot. I know you know who that is. You’d have
to have your head under a rock, and I don’t befriend women —
people–like that. Another young black male, unarmed, shot dead by a
policeman, or some white person who just thought he was in the wrong,
simply because he had brown skin. The list is growing, weekly
apparently, so much so that it seems like it’s open season on black men
and boys. Boys like the little guy I have at home.