Tuesday, February 1, 2011
But then I read the article. What Epps did was in fact amazing. After hearing gunshots from her apartment, she quickly put her baby in the crib and her two older children in the bathtub, then raced outside, barefoot and in her nightgown, clutching some towels, to try to save -- or at least comfort -- the boy who'd been mortally wounded outside. While doing this she saw a large knife lying on the ground and managed to put her toe on the knife to preserve possible evidence while the crowd grew. It turned out that the dying boy had actually helped one of her children seven years earlier....The story is worth reading, and actually quite moving. Here it is in its entirety:
My second reaction was, why did her parents have to name her Quathisha? As impressed as I was while reading her story -- her bravery and compassion and presence of mind were all exceptional -- I just kept stumbling over that name.
Note to black parents: name your daughters Alison, or Sarah, or Julia, or Madeline. Not Sheniqua, or Malia, or Precious, or Pretty. Otherwise they will never be taken as seriously.
No matter how heroic they turn out to be.