Opinion Column| When you’re a mother of racialized children, how do you protect them from hate?
When we moved to Toronto a few years ago, my husband would often tell my children not to stand too close to the edge of the road. “Someone might push you,” he’d say. “Someone might see that we’re immigrants and then run us over." I used to brush it off and tell him “Don’t be too paranoid, those things don’t happen here.” Then, news came out about the attack in London, Ont. I haven’t stopped thinking about it ever since. When we moved out of the GTA early this year to Waterloo Region, it was a