Everytime I see a young black man, I wonder who he's going to grow up to be. Will he be tall, or average? Will he want dread locks or braids? When is the time that he is going to wish I understood all that it means to be a black man in this world? Because as much as I wish to protect him from the prejudices and stereotypes that this world has, I won't be able to. So I will, instead, prepare him for them to the best of my ability. Make sure there are men and women in his life who do fully understand it and get it, because they live it everyday.
Okay so that was a much deeper post than originally planned. To end on a happier note here are some pictures from our first Thom@s the Train event with our Ethiopian buddy.
|Dancing to the music.|
|His first tat!|