The Day My Mother Yelled ‘Don’t Shoot’
I knew what happened to people of color who stood outside of nice houses for too long
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6 min readFeb 4, 2020
My mother had changed the lock on the front door. I’d have trouble with the old one whenever I’d visit; the bolt always seemed to catch splinters of wood before struggling into the notch. So it was only a matter of time before she changed it. Maybe if I’d…
