My parents fostered 30+ children from 1970-80. We lived in an all white neighborhood. One morning we awoke to 30 for sale signs in our yard. My dad cradled baby Tommy & took all 7lbs of him to the yard. I heard my father whisper in his ear, “Look how powerful you are!”

My father then added, “Don’t ever forget that.” This is how I was raised - stare at hate and quietly acknowledge your power. Tommy was just a tiny baby. A baby with brown skin. That’s how lowly these “very fine people” have always been.

My mother would let us push the stroller at the mall. The old ladies gasping in disgust to see a white teenager pushing a stroller with a baby whose skin was dark. My parents taught us how to stand tall. When they cry pro life on the right, I laugh. They are laughable.