Alecia Lynch

I am deeply moved and full of emotions. My skin is white; I don't know what it must feel like to be brown and I never will. But I understand the love of a mother for a biracial son. You look in their eyes and don't see color. My uniform is also white; I am a nurse. I don't know what it must feel like to wear blue. Every stop must carry a sense of doubt but not because of skin color I hope. We live in angry times.