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So…
I pick up my youngest daughter a short while ago. Now for those that know my family you know that my youngest daughter is sweet as syrup. If you cast her into the wind she’d turn into bubbles. But she was oddly moody and somber.
So I ask her what’s wrong and she starts talking about Charlotte. Now those that know me also know that I don’t lie to my kids. My kids also know how I am. So we’re having THE discussion. She suddenly stops and gets silent for a moment.
Me: “You OK Sug?”
Her: “….I don’t know how I’d react if I lost you, Daddy. We love you so much. We need you”.
I swear I damn near had to pull over I was so choked up. People don’t know what we as Black families go through. We’re scared for our kids. Our kids are scared for us.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. This isn’t how we’re supposed to live. This shit has to change. Black families live under constant duress
—  A Concerned Black Father