A SPECIAL ESSAY FROM THE LADY GEEK
"MIXED GIRLS AND MAMAS": A PERSONAL JOURNEY"..she raised me to never ever forget I was on parole, which means no black hoodies in wrong neighborhoods, no jogging at night, hands in plain sight at all times in public, no intimate relationships with white women, never driving over the speed limit or doing those rolling stops at stop signs, always speaking the kings English in the presence of white folks, never being outperformed in school or in public by white students and most importantly, always remembering that no matter what, white folks will do anything to get you. "
"...Mamas antidote to being born a black boy on parole in Central Mississippi is not for us to seek freedom; its to insist on excellence at all times...There aint no antidote to life, I tell her. How free can you be if you really accept that white folks are the traffic cops of your life? Mama tells me that she is not talking about freedom. She says that she is talking about survival."
FROM:"How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America: A Remembrance" AN ESSAY BY: Kiese Laymon
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