I can talk to my sister but not my Mom about the abuse…

I can talk to my sister but not my Mom about the abuse at an early age. My Mom cannot accept that something heinous occurred on her watch, though it obviously wasn’t her fault. My sister and I talk about it from time to time.

My sister several months back informed me that our Dad received death threats when we were little about the work he was doing in the deep South. When my sister and I were growing up, my Dad ran a non-profit to help Black men find meaningful work. This was in the 60s and 70s and for a light-skinned man to be doing this, was not the norm. To this day, I have no idea whether the abuse I sustained is tied in some way to these death threats to my Dad. I assume he had many enemies given the fact that he was so progressive for his time. Maybe those enemies wanted to extend the death threats to my Dad’s family which would explain my early encounter with abuse. I don’t know for sure if this is the case, but it is one scenario that seems plausible.

This disclosure brings us full circle to the events of today – racial justice and Black Lives Matter. Let it be known that some light-skinned folks were in for the fight 50 years ago. Good for them but not so good that we have not progressed further in the course of those 50 years.