I don’t know what happened in the Michael Brown case.
I’m not privy to all the evidence.
But here’s what I do know…
I have a son who is almost 18.
Like most Mama Bears, I love him with a ferocity that still steals my breath.
He is tall and strong and athletic and potentially intimidating. He is grouchy in the mornings and funny in the afternoons. He is wicked smart and has a future bursting at the seams with possibility.
The world is waiting with bated breath for what he has to offer.
He listens to loud music and drives too fast despite my constant lectures. He makes good decisions and he makes dumb decisions. When he’s with his friends, he often makes ridiculously dumb decisions.
And I thank my lucky stars every day that he is a white boy, growing up in the suburbs.
And I’m pretty sure that’s not how I should feel in a country where all men are created equal.