When Colton's car left the freeway, the tire exploded and the young man's head slammed into the window. Already sick with a fever, his grasp on reality rendered him barely cognizant enough to call home, but not capable of giving his location. On a cold, dark night listening to her son hundreds of miles from home, ViAnn felt the terror any parent would feel. Added to this was the recognition that her Black son would be seen as more threatening than a lighter skinned man.
After this incident ViAnn decided to write her story of parenting, adoption, racial prejudice and motherhood. Anyone who cares about children will relate. Anyone who cares about race relations and racism should read this book. Anyone who has loved a child without sharing the child's DNA will want this perspective.
