People Love Our Multiracial Family Until I Start Talking About Race
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“It was probably just a dumb teenager,” my friend concluded. “They just don’t think.”
When I didn’t respond, she added, “Not that it makes what he did right.”
The day before, a young man in a beat-up pickup truck drove past my house and yelled the n-word at my daughters who were happily riding bikes in the driveway.
I went into all-out mama bear mode. First, I called the police and filed a report, but I didn’t have a license plate number which basically rendered my report useless. Then I called the local high school principals, describing the vehicle and the driver, which didn’t result in any findings.