Keisha had told me that she didn’t feel welcome at KHASA functions. I reserved judgement.

But, sometimes, you just get a feeling. Like everybody there thinks that all the black children there are yours. And I’m not just talking about people you don’t know–this is people I do know, that know what my children look like. . .

And the subtle snubbing the children receive from others–kids telling my very polite, well-mannered four year old to ‘cut that out!’ just because she was going down the slide.

Or telling my timid, friendly 5 year old not to cut. She didn’t even know what cutting was! And would never dream of jumping in front of some other child in line!

This is definitely why I started my own group. Thank God for my peeps!