Excellent piece by tericarter.wordpress.com
Within minutes of seeing it, I send a message to his mother, my cousin. “Have you seen your son’s new tattoo?”
I’d spotted the tattoo on her son’s Facebook page, big on his shoulder, still shiny and fresh. There is a Confederate flag. There is a noose. There are the words Southern Justice scrolled across.
“Oh, I’ve seen it,” she says, brushing me off. “He just turned 18. He’s a grownup. What am I supposed to do?”
You are supposed to act like his mother, I want to scream. You are supposed to teach him this symbol is hateful and that you do not approve.
But I don’t. I am a polite, white, southern woman, so I gather myself up in silence the way I’ve been taught, in ladylike politesse. And I let it drop.
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