By now, most of the world knows about the Trayvon Martin case here in Florida. As a white attorney, wife of a black man, and mother of a son the world considers black, I have felt almost every emotion possible related to the situation.
Many have asked my opinions on the situation because of my unique background. I have been reluctant to give it because there are so many things I still do not understand.
I want to believe we live in a world where race does not matter. Where my husband and son are treated just like any other human being. But Trayvon’s tragic death has rocked me. And then reading this article about how “Racist Hunger Games Fans Are Very Disappointed” turned my stomach again.
My husband and my son are the two most important things in the world to me, and I just don’t understand how someone might look at them and immediately perceive them as a threat or somehow value their lives less than someone whose skin is lighter.
I am thankful that we have had very few race-related incidents in our lives – other than some funny looks and some strange questions. When I’ve been alone with my son, people have asked me, “What is he?” and “Is he yours?” I let these things roll off my back because I understand that they are most likely asking out of curiosity – not malice or ill will.
I believe that much of prejudice is based in ignorance and fear. I hope that even through this blog of mine I can help dispel some misguided perceptions or misunderstandings. Because I can only hope that as the world sees more families like mine, we will start to understand that we’re not so different after all.
We all love, we all fear, we all have hopes and dreams. While our skin may be different, our souls are the same.