… arms ached when her child left them. However, that ache would’ve been nothing more than a minor discomfort if her son would’ve been found and killed by the Egyptians. A piece of her would have surely been murdered along with her son. This is the pain that every black mother feels and sadly too many others as well.”
There are no baskets or rivers for us. There is no one waiting and wishing to take care of our sons. There is nothing but cautious optimism, constant worry and an abundance of prayer. That is all we have. We need more. We need a collaborative effort of mothers of every race, religion, color, creed and of every educational, economic and social background to help amplify the voices of those mothers whose wails, moans and cries for help, don’t seem to be loud enough for those that can affect change to hear them.
“It’s not just necessarily stopping the violence as it is about building community. You build community [and] violence stops – that’s how that goes,” said Manasseh. “You don’t want to underestimate the power of a mother.”