The Birth of a Black Man

Its not as common as you think, birthing a black man.  I saw it yesterday. I saw with my very own eyes my wife birthed out a black man.  Sure, this is our second child, and so I knew what to expect from the process.  The laboring, the water breaking, the pain and anguish, then jubilation.  However, I can't deny the fact that my wife, who is white create a black boy.

This black boy was born innocent.  Not of course in the eternal damnation way! He'll have to say to Jesus the same way we all have to accept or reject Him in his heart.  What I mean is that my son, my Black son has no guilty verdict on him.  No one has suspected him of violence or danger. No one can blame him for doing anything but being cute, and hungry.

I'm laying right next to him, like right now and its cool.  He's so chill and so in the comfort of his family. True innocence.

Then I think about the fact that this may be one of the few moments in his life where he will be looked upon and only the best of interpretations will be labeled to him. He will experience days of struggle and confusion.  He will be assumed on. His parents won't completely understand his world. He's 100% Black and 100% White and of a varied percentage being accepted along the spectrum.

As I watch him rest, I can help but to think about the amount of energy he has to conserve to deal with this world. Partition energy to deal with joy, and pain, bigots and apologist of Black culture, I mean, what's a young man to do?!

Happy Birthday, young black boy, we wish nothing but the best, we are aware that the worst is yet to come, but we hope you can persevere through the growing pans that are ahead of you, in order to leave your mark on the world you are destined to leave. Daddy.