1/ My son is “white passing”. Today in class they had someone talk about anti-indigenous and anti-blackness in class. The guy asked if anyone was native, my son did not raise his hand in a class full of Caucasian kids.

2/ The kids launched further into racist discussions and commentary on the sidelines. Making harsh jokes etc., and my son said he didn’t raise his hand bc he didn’t want to be picked on as racist jokes were prevalent in the class.

3/ my heart fucking broke. My son used to stand up and talk about indigenous history, and our history, and tell our Dane Zaa tales in his 5th grade class. And now he stays quiet. I said it’s sad he can’t feel safe to be himself. We talked it out.

4/ I used to try to say I wasn’t native in 8th grade too but was visibly indigenous so it didn’t work. I was sad that he has to go through the same things that I did. That I hoped he could build up to being safe enough to own it and not trying to add more shame on him

5/ Parenting children who have to experience racism is fucking hard y’all. Raise your kids better.