I am Black. My husband is white. Our son is 9 months old.
My mother-in-law referred to the Black Lives Matter protests as “riots and craziness.” Riots and craziness.
Those protesters are fighting for my parents, my brother, my sister-in-law, my niece and nephew, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my friends, me, and my son. The grandson you claim to love and miss, Elsie. Or do you think police brutality won’t apply to him because his skin is light? Because that’s the fucking problem.











