Trayvon Martin is all my kids have talked about for the past month. And with good reason. And with really amazing depth and intuition.
My kids know everything. All of it. All the facts and allegations, all the conclusions both specific and societal, all the causes of this and thousands of other events just like it.
They know so much more about racism than their “nigga” jokes or their jokes about Mexicans or their indignation at “this black school” imply. So much more than I’ll ever know, no matter how many blogs I fill my Google Reader with.