The Children Nobody Marches For

There is something deeply wrong with a society that claims to care about children and families, but only when it is politically convenient.

I keep hearing the same phrases over and over.
“We care about human beings.”
“We care about families.”
“We care about compassion.”

But I don’t believe it. Not when those same voices go silent about what is happening every day in urban Black communities across this country.

If you truly cared about families and children, you would be just as loud about what is happening in those neighborhoods as you are about illegal immigrants. You would be just as passionate about Black children walking to school safely as you are about people crossing the border. You would be just as outraged about Black families burying their children as you are about the political narratives of the moment.

But you’re not.

In too many cities, little Black children cannot even walk to school without fear. Crime is so rampant that some kids feel they have to join gangs just to survive long enough to make it home. Parents send their children out the door every morning not knowing if they will come back alive. Empty bedrooms, broken families, and funerals have become normal in places where childhood should be protected.

That is not justice.
That is not compassion.
That is not love.