To my Afro-Latinx son,
To my Afro-Latinx son, I dreamed of you last night. You looked at me. I saw in your eyes the weight of being black in the home of the free white man. The fear of raising an Afro-Latinx in Utah stayed with me as I rose from my bed. I have been working on healing from my inherited colonization oppression so that maybe I can alleviate a bit of the difficult history that is your inheritance. 400 years of slavery-turned-oppression in the US + 500 years of colonization-turned-colorism in Latino America = too much for your eight-year-old shoulders to bear. I hope I can alleviate that burden. Principe bello know that even though our system is broken, it doesn’t mean that you are. You are not the problem. Unfortunately, your father and I will need to teach you how to survive in the Whitened States, but we will also teach you about your gorgeous African, Black, and Latinx heritage. Albeit, you will be confused. We definitively were while growing up. We were oreos and coconuts . Not white ...