I better get out there before they trouble a poor bystander for pushes, I thought. But by the time I had put on my jacket and made my way around the car, it was too late. A Black young man was making his way toward my children. I rushed toward them.
Read MoreMy son is in that sweet, innocent age where his heart bursts with patriotic pride every time he sees the American flag. I don’t want to steal that from him, but I know that in order to tell him the true story of American, I can’t amend history to exclude the ugly parts.
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