I am the mother of an African-American young man who is sixteen years old. He is kind and brilliant. He loves comedy and laughs so beautifully it fills my heart. He is brilliant. He rides a bike. He loves classical music. He loves the blues. He studies history. All history. He has delicious dark chocolate skin. He wears locks past his shoulders. He is incredibly particular about people he calls friend. He enjoys his own company. He has friends. He is funny. He likes the color green. He likes karate videos on YouTube. He is an ordinary boy. And he is unique. Like all of our boys. He is a human being who just wants to live peacefully in this world and make a wonderful difference. And he deserves this. Like all of our boys. Every one of our black boys.