I had to take my bosses car to the shop today due to an oil leak. Stevenson Toyota in Jacksonville has possibly the nicest waiting area on the planet. It has all of the beverages you can ever imagine including hot tea, it has a tv, it has newspapers, it has computers with access to the internet, I mean it is a pleasure to sit and wait for a car to be serviced.
As I sat there and drank my hot tea, and read the newspaper, a young black man with twin 19 month old boys came into the waiting area. Their names were Abraham and Aaron. They were dressed identically except for their shoes, Daddy admitted that he cheated with their shoes, Aaron’s had black soles, Abraham’s had white soles. At one point they both took off at the same time in the opposite directions and immediately “having ones hands full” came to mind. Daddy knew to chase Abraham first cause he was the trouble maker, Aaron he caught up with afterwards.
Daddy bundled them up into an oversized chair and pulled up some game on his smart phone and the boys giggled with him as they played the game. Two perfect boys enjoying a precious moment with their Daddy.
At that point my heart broke. I could not even imagine the fear of Daddy, the absolute terror that his two precious boys were going to either be shot by some asshole with a gun and a superiority complex or they were going to end up in jail for something as simple as pot possession. I know that he has going to have “the talk” with his precious 19 month old boys about how to react when they are pulled over by the police, I know he is going to have to have the talk about how to react when they are accused of a crime that they did not commit.
I sat there and watched, as a white woman, a joyous daddy and his sons, and my heart broke. I cannot even imagine how it feels to be the parent of a black son in this country in these current times. I know for a fact that a white parent does not wake up every day worrying about that. Something has got to give, and give soon.