Black Lives Matter

I’m a white woman married to a black man. We’ve been together for 5 years, married for 3. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

(A little side story, I’m originally from MN, in fact, a suburb of the Twin Cities, but now live in the Houston area.) When the Black Lives Matter movement started, I was naive about it and what they were promoting. I thought their objective was to say that black lives matter more, which is obviously not the case. It’s that black lives matter just as much as any other race on this beautiful planet.

Since the murder of George Floyd, I have been trying to inform myself and learn more about the movement. I feel it’s so important for me, (along with everyone else) as a white woman, married to a black man, that I stay informed and fight for the cause. (We’ve been TTC for a few years now and it’s really hit home that our children will be judged by their skin color. Just typing that out brings tears to my eyes.)

My husband and I had a discussion about the BLM movement last night. I asked what his thoughts were. We’ve had this discussion before, but George Floyd being murdered hit close to home for both of us. Anyway, he stated that as a black man, he takes precautions whenever he’s out and about, especially when being pulled over by a cop. When he does get pulled over, he first rolls down the window, turns on the light, then puts both hands on the steering wheel. (I’ve ever only been pulled over once with him, so I guess I was too panicked to realize what his actions were as soon as we were pulled over.) I was fighting back tears as he was telling me this. I’ve personally been pulled over 3 times, but have NEVER had to take any precautions like that.

My husband also works two jobs to keep us afloat. At his second job, they work on modifying cars, so they work long hours. He calls me every night on his way home, so I know he should be home soon. He frequently asks if I need anything at the store, but I always say no. Sometimes it’s the truth, but sometimes it’s a lie. I hate lying to him, but I’m so afraid of him going to a store late at night and having something happen to him. I do all of the shopping for that specific reason. (We will occasionally go together on Sundays to pick up random items, but he rarely goes.)

I feel like I’m rambling on right now, but I wanted to share my story. If anyone in a similar situation wants to share, please do. If anyone from the black community wants to give me feedback as to better inform myself and to help the caused please do!

#blacklivesmatter