©2013 by Karsonya Wise Whitehead
For the past couple of months, I have been thinking about what lessons I wanted to teach my 12-year old son, as he is on the verge of becoming a teenager and his life is changing in so many ways. I thought that my blogs would be about love and relationships, friendships and heart breaks, dreaming and working towards your dream. My plans changed after the Zimmerman verdict was released. I wrote about it on my blog and then I sat down with my husband to discuss why it was time to have the “talk” with our sons. My youngest is 10 and we felt that he needed to be a part of this conversation. Although both of them are familiar with the events that happened during the Civil Rights Movement, we don’t believe that they are as well versed about current racial issues as they need to be. In some households, “the talk” is about sex, abstinence, protection, pregnancy, and making good decisions. In our household, “the talk” is about race relations, the perceived criminality of black men and boys, gang and drug violence, and the unwritten crime of walking while black.
We then decided that we would share our thoughts about having the “talk” with the world and submitted our “Open Letter to Our 12-year Old Son” to The Baltimore Sun. It was published on July 21, 2013 and has been shared more than 200 times, tweeted more than 70, and recommended more than 140 times. It also received 85 comments, some of them were extremely negative while others were both positive and supportive. We chose not to respond to any of the comments but to let our Letter speak for us. We are (like many parents) trying to do the best that we can to raise two young men who will be happy, healthy, and whole. We want them to be the best of what they can be and use the talents and gifts that God has entrusted in them to make the world a better place. Our hope is that the world will change and that they will be the last generation to ever have to have this “talk.”
“AN OPEN LETTER TO OUR 12-YEAR OLD SON”
By Johnnie Whitehead and Kaye Wise Whitehead
When you were a little boy, whenever you started crying, we would put you in your car seat and take you for a drive through downtown Baltimore. We would play Sweet Honey in the Rock and sing out loud until you started moving your head, clapping your hands, and singing along. You grew up on folk music and freedom songs, and though you did not understand them, we had always hoped that the meaning of the words would someday make sense. We vowed, as all parents do, to protect you and to do all that we could to make the world a better and safer place, where you could grow up and be free.
We have done all that we can for you and your brother, and yet, in so many of the ways that are important, we have failed you. The world is not a better place. It is not safer, and people are not equal. We are still being judged (and judging others) by the color of their skin rather than the content of their character. We have not gotten to the Promised Land and are really starting to question whether that land actually exists.
We are the parents of two African-American boys, and every day that we leave the house, we know that we could becomeTrayvon Martin‘s parents.
We are aware of how difficult it is to raise an African American boy in this city and in this country. We are familiar with the stereotypes and the racial profiling and have read and studied cases where young, black men are always assumed to be guilty and then must prove their innocence. We know that gun homicide is the leading cause of death of African-American males between ages 15-19. Your father and your grandfather have experienced more times than they would like to admit what it means to be reminded that you are black and male — and therefore you are dangerous and criminal.