Robyn Durr-Henry

My Open Letter to My Black Sons

When I found out that I was expecting each of you, I loved you both before I had the pleasure of laying eyes on you. My dreams and wishes for you and your future were grand and vast. Even as infants, I knew unequivocally that you were placed on the Earth for great things. Now here we are in the year 2020, you are seven and ten years old with a lifetime ahead of you, at least that is what I pray. A lifetime...what does that really mean? Most believe it is living well into your twilight years, old and gray, having lived a full and enriching life. There is now a new definition of lifetime based upon how long you physically survive all of the obstacles and tribulations that will be placed before you. For many that idea of a lifetime, is aborted before it can be fully realized.