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Being half black and not having same color as my own father would get him arrested by just WALKING WITH HIM. I was traumatized as a child cause every time I would be in the car with him, we would get pulled over. They would question him and I, asking if he’s really my fucking dad
Pulled over for doing 67 on a 65 SPEED LIMIT. Know damn well it wasn’t cause of his fucking speed. Arrested because he was dropping me off at my grandmas house and the alarm went off and he didn’t know the passcode, even tho I was telling them ITS OUR HOUSE AND HES MY FATHER
Whites in our neighborhood when I was kid called the cops on him when I would be at his house, claiming I was a missing child... bro I swear to god I can go on and on about my childhood with my father
My own asian family disowning my mother for having a child with a black man, my asian grandfather beating my ass in secret until I finally spoke out about it. My middle/elementary school refusing to let me father pick me up and calling my mother instead
I may not be a full black man, but I know damn well what the fuck it’s like, I’ve seen it since I was born.
I could literally go on and on and bring out more examples from my childhood but there’s no point. It’s just reminiscing past trauma at that point... Black lives matter, and I am proud of who I am and I’m just happy my father is alive and well and wasn’t gunned down by white cops
