What My Sons Name Means to Me

I remember growing up as the only POC in my class for my of my life. In 7th grade we read a book that really captured the attention of everyone in class. It enthralled even the most distracted of students. They wanted to know what happened next. We were all rooting for Atticus Finch. This was the first time in my life my peers took a second to step back and realize the way I sometimes have to go through life. The way I’m looked at in certain crowds. The way some people view me simply for the color of my skin. It was the first time there was a pause in being made fun of for being the “uh oh Oreo “ or the “whitest black kid they knew”. I felt (even on the smallest of scales) understood for the first time in my life.

Atticus Finch was a beacon of hope for me as a kid. A man who stood for what was right even in times of danger and adversity. My son is named Atticus because of the courage, strength, and hope the name gives me to me and hopefully to him some day

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