It often starts with a story.

Your child walks through the door with a certain look on their face. Maybe they’re quiet. Maybe they’re mad. Maybe they blurt it out while grabbing a snack or kicking off their shoes:

“The security guard followed me around the whole store.”
“This white kid touched m

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Why “I Have Black Kids” Isn’t the Flex You Think It Is

Let’s just say it:
If your go-to defense against racism is “I have Black kids” or “I have a Black friend,” you’ve missed the point.

Yes, I’m a white parent of Black children.
And I’m telling you: that doesn’t give me a free pass.
It doesn’t me...