At what point does my darling black son begin to look like a pariah to the world? At what time do people start seeing him as a threat? A gangster? A thug? The first time I experienced this look, what I call “the look of disgust” was at a Farmer’s market. My son wanted to buy a honey stick and was refused service. He was four years old. The murder of unarmed teenager Michael Brown has sent ripples of fear for all of us who are raising black sons. These are our babies. Please make it stop.
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