“Mom! Have you heard what’s happening?” My preteen daughters uttered in shuttering urgency as they both jumped up to greet me at the door.
The night before I had been up all night watching in real time my friend’s feeds filled with African Americans united in protest, feeling torn between awe and heart break at the first wave of looting that had been instigated by an infiltrator. My heart ached as I knew by morning the wrong person would be blamed and the helplessness became so heavy it made it impossible to clear my head enough to sleep.
In the morning, I left the house without saying goodbye to my sleeping girls, thinking that when I got home, I would sit them down and speak about racism once again. Racism in America has been a big part of our road schooling curriculum and one of the driving forces behind our life as nomads. As we travel the USA, we have encountered all types of racism, for all 3 of our skin tones grades with different degrees of melanin.