I recently read an article on Black Mom’s and the general perception of them in the media, in the world and in stereotypical conversations. Rather than excerpt this I have included a short part and the link to the blog:
I am a Black mom. And my mom — she’s a Black mom, too. And so was my Nana. And never not once did my mother address me with a three, five or twelve-letter slur (I’ll let you figure out what those are on your own). Sure, I got lectured about running in and out of the house and jumping on the furniture. And if I asked her to go to McDonald’s, she would whip right back and ask me “You got McDonald’s money?” That much rings true. But she didn’t spend the preponderance of her time devising new ways of saying she was going to kick my tail.
Read Janelle Harris’ entire blog entry at Essence.com.
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