They glare at my bi-racial son.

Linnette Derry,
New York City, NY.

I often think about the inevitable discussion about race that I will have to have with my son one day. That day when he will begin to ask me why people think I’m his nanny/housekeeper instead of his mother; the day when he will ask me why people keep staring at us when daddy is with us; the day when he will ask me what do the words “exotic”, “nappy”, “yellow” and “dark-skinned mean.