Uneasy Lies the Head of the Black Mom

“After he’s received a graduate degree, married and had children of his own—even then I will worry, because his Blackness will not have faded. … When the downstairs door finally opens and the hushed steps to his room recede down the hallway, I take my first deep breath of the night. Relieved, that at least on this night, my son’s name will not be preceded by a hashtag.”