My Sweet Buggy,
I sit here struggling with my words, which as you know, is not a common occurrence for me at all. I am trying to find the precise balance of encouraging you to lead the life that you want to, but also to remember who you are and the family you come from.
The world seems so much different now than it did when I was younger, maybe I was jaded, maybe it’s just that your Gram and PatPat did right by me and your aunts and uncles because race has always been a non-issue. You are living proof of that.
Unfortunately my sweet boy, I fear you will not have the luxury of living life without being reminded you are not white… However, you may also be reminded you are not black either. I worry for you now more than ever, in this world that has been overrun with hate and violence that you, my precious old soul, will face more than your fair share of animosity.
As you get older your friends may dwindle because your family is that of blue… your father, grandfather, and numerous uncles, all of whom would sacrifice themselves for you any day. Please never forget these strong men and all they have done for you when people try to tear them down.
In the same bated breath I must also tell you that not all men are these men, and not everyone will know you are my sweet little boy. It pains me to tell you this, but you will be judged, on your appearance, on your actions – we all are – it will just weigh more heavily on you… I’m sorry sweetie, your circumstances will be so much different than mine, and I can’t fake my way through this one for you… but you are bright and I know you will always make the right choices for you.
Continue to be the joyful inquisitive boy that you are. I have not raised you in a particularly conventional way, and I can only hope that over the years that will allow you to empathize with everyone.
Always and forever,