When Parenting Feels Like a Fool’s Errand: On the Death of Michael Brown.

Claire Marie O'Brien:

Reblogged this on Electrica in the Desert. Thank-you, Stacia.

Originally posted on stacia l. brown:

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I don’t want to talk about the boy and the sneakers peeking out from the sheet crudely draped over his corpse in the street, because I have been happy this month and it is so rare that I’m happy and that you, at age 4, don’t have to touch my knee or shoulder or face and say, “What’s wrong, Mama? You sad?”

I don’t want to think of who will go out on her hands and knees to scrub what’s left of the boy’s blood from the concrete. It will probably be a loved one, her hands idle after hours of clenching them into fists, watching what used to be her breathing boy lie lifeless, as she waited and waited and waited for the police and the coroner and the county to get their stories straight and their shit together and their privilege, sitting crooked as a ten-dollar wig, readjusted till it was firmly intact…

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2 thoughts on “When Parenting Feels Like a Fool’s Errand: On the Death of Michael Brown.

  1. It’s a devastating story. I read what happened on American Hypocrisy and the thought of this child’s life ending, his poor parents who must feel so helpless at such a tragic and pointless loss (and how do you ever come to terms with the injustice of that?) and the social conversations around ‘race’ and criminality which sustain such actions, and which are the epitome of injustice, was awful. As long as there is no numbing, then perhaps, just perhaps, communities can rally together and realize the injustices and work towards eliminating them. because it is dreadful.

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