I just finished watching American Son. Great movie. Phenomenal actors. Different points of views. Very emotional. As a single black mother of 4 sons I do understand the fear of each time my son any of my sons are not accounted for. Meaning I can’t get in touch with them. And I totally understand the frustration of this mom in that moment. When all you really want to know is “where is my son” and “is he ok”. My biggest fear in life is becoming a parent of a “Mike brown” or “Tamar rice”. But in actuality I am that parent. Every time that happens it’s happening to my child. I try to instill in my sons the importance of doing EXACTLY what the police officer tells you. If he wants you to do jumping jacks you do it. Because your goal is COMING HOME TO ME. It may not be what anyone else would do but my purpose is to protect my child and keep him alive. It’s so scary these days when there is so much racial divide and non-acceptance whether it be race, culture, disability or gender. I would think in this day and age we would be more understanding and accepting. Education and is the tool to understanding and the arts; poetry, music and painting is what binds us all. Each day I pray for a better day. Each and every day.