Watching My Son Watch Kamala Harris
“Mom, is there such a thing as a Black man?” my son asked. “What?” I said, “What do you mean by that?” “The Vice President said there’s such a thing as Black women. But is there such a thing as Black men too?”
On Saturday night, after a campfire and a long conversation about shooting stars, I curled up in my tent with my seven-year-old, hoping he would fall asleep fast and I could watch CNN on my phone. He didn’t, so I almost immediately gave in. “Hey, we found out who is going to be the next president, and that person is going to give a speech in a few minutes. Do you want to watch it with me, or do you want me to use my headphones so you can go to sleep?” Clearly, he chose screen time.
