I don’t know if you noticed, but my boys and I look a little different. When my oldest was a baby, I was approached by a stranger in the grocery store who asked, “where did you adopt him from?” I gently pointed out my Filipino husband.
In reality, my son has my smile, my demeanor and a lot of my personality, (though sometimes I regret passing along traits like my stubborn persistence.) But some people don’t see past a color.
In the last few months, our country has seen incredible tragedy but in it I see incredible hope. The people once accused of being the “do nothing” generation have awoken and mobilized, showing courage and inspiring change. Our melting pot has boiled over and won’t take anymore injustice. If the momentum continues, there’s no telling what can be accomplished.
My hope is that our children will reap the benefits of this hard work, and continue to dismantle the systems of oppression that have divided us for generations. My hope is they’ll expect and experience more from our society than we thought possible.
It’s far from over, but I promise to keep learning, listening and standing up for what I know is right. To everyone else out there with their fists in the air demanding change, demanding better for our country and our children, thank you.
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