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Fear :: Raising a Black Child in America

Fear. Fear is defined as “an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.” I describe fear as an absence of faith when things become overwhelming or out of control. My biggest fear is that I will mess up raising a black child in America. I’m sure that there is a reasonable amount of fear that every mother has for their child, but when this beautiful, melanin-rich child is placed into your arms, the fear of every black mother who has ever lost their child seems to form inside your heart, and from that moment on, fear lives inside of you.

So, what makes a black mother’s fear different?

  1. The Stigma- There is this stigma that my black child is going to either be a victim of the prison system or a product of the sports system; There doesn’t seem to be an in between. My child cannot just be great at whatever. The brown children I raise, as great as he or she is, will never be seen as an equal to their peer who is of a different racial background because of the color of their skin. If they misbehave, then they are future criminals. If they enjoy playing sports, they belong to the NFL or NBA. If they are extremely intelligent, they are an exception. They are not the exception but a huge populous of our culture, but the overlooked part of our population because they don’t fit into the box that society has set for them. How do I, as a parent, fight against society and what society will try to characterize them as?
  2. Finding a  balance in parenting– When choosing a method of discipline, I feel like that was the hardest ongoing battle of my life. I was surround by other brown kids who received physical discipline and it was seen as the norm. Me personally, I was not raised with physical discipline, but I knew I was the exception to the rule. See, generally speaking, black families feel “To spare the rod, is to spoil the child”. A biblical quote that we use to justify physical discipline on our children. Well no where in the bible does it state that this rod is a physical rod, just a form of discipline. What I have seen is that black parents must parent in a harsher sense than other parents because life is harsher to black children. So, to prepare them for what life will bring, tough love is given from an early age, instead of just love. Being black, you must be “better than, stronger than, smarter than”, just to be equal to; so, in that same sense, our discipline must be” harder than, stronger than, better than” to prepare them for a future being. Being unequally, equal.
  3. Too Black vs Not Black Enough- I look at my son who has no rhythm, knows hardly any hip-hop songs, uses phrases as “the-post” (instead of mail) and I wonder, will he be accepted as “Black Enough”? I mean really, what is “black enough”? I’m still trying to figure that out, but I know that it is a mix between being able to feel comfortable in the “hood”, understand urban dialect, and possess a certain type of swag that the black culture has. As of now, my son does not fit the bill. I have been at birthday parties and while everyone is doing “Whip & Nae- Nae”, he is looking around completely confused because when he is in the car with me, we listen to country music most of the time! I wonder if in my trying to protect him from certain aspects of his culture if I am hiding him from his culture? On the other hand, my daughter, she just has it! I look at her, and I see the culture in the curl of her hair, the shape of her hips, and the dance in her spirit. She is unapologetically black, without being the stigma of being black. She has the balance. She is also one and has no knowledge of the complexities life will carry for her.
  4. The type of fear– When I send my husband, or my son, or my daughter out the door, there is always a fear that I will never see them again. I fear that they will be targeted because of their skin. I fear that my husband will get pulled over and will not make it out of the traffic stop. I fear that one day my child will be another hashtag or news story and that they will dehumanize them and use every tactic to take away from the fact that he or she was my child. I fear letting my children into this world, because the world fears my black child.

So, next time you see a black mom, and it seems like she lingers a little longer when she drops her kids at school, gives tighter hugs, even spoils a little much, know that it’s probably her way of fighting the fear that sits inside of her every moment she is away from that child she is raising.

                                                                   

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8 Responses to Fear :: Raising a Black Child in America

  1. Kasey September 19, 2017 at 8:01 am #

    A well written article that sheds light on what white mothers haven’t and will never experienced in raising children. Thank you for sharing. I’m raising my children to understand and acknowledge white privilege.

    • Asia
      Asia September 19, 2017 at 4:32 pm #

      Thank you Kasey!! I’m glad you enjoyed the blog post and thank you for being open to having the conversation on cultural differences and privilege.

  2. Dominique September 19, 2017 at 8:43 pm #

    This is such a great article Asia. There are so many people out there who don’t understand the fear we as black moms and black wives have on a daily basis.

    • Asia
      Asia October 5, 2017 at 11:01 pm #

      Thanks Dominique!!!!

  3. DW September 21, 2017 at 2:53 pm #

    Great article Asia. This information will help so many Moms who don’t quite understand what’s happening in their life. Mainly their role as a Mother. The fear is real for black moms. This article should shed some light on many of the fears of black mom and black wives as well…

    • Asia
      Asia October 5, 2017 at 11:04 pm #

      Thanks DW! The fear is real and it is a fear that we shouldn’t have to experience, but yet 2017…

  4. Traci September 25, 2017 at 8:29 am #

    A wonderful read. Thank you for being open and willing to share your fear and your heartfelt emotions. Anyone who denies the existence of white privilege only has to read this to understand what it means for this to be your experience on a daily basis versus not ever having to think about things in this way – this dichotomy is the very definition of white privilege. I am the white mother of biracial children and education for ourselves, our families and friends, etc is the first and most important step toward real progress.

    • Asia
      Asia October 5, 2017 at 11:03 pm #

      Thanks Traci. The most important thing we can do as mothers, women, as basic humans is educate each other to the “norms” of our life so that there can be understanding!!

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