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Emmett Till’s mom’s name was Mamie Till Bradley. To quote Freedom on My Mind: A History of African Americans, with Documents, "The open-coffin funeral held by Mamie Till Bradley exposed the world to more than her son Emmett Till's bloated, mutilated body. Her decision focused attention not only on U.S. racism and the barbarism of lynching but also on the limitations and vulnerabilities of American democracy." The devastation caused by racism is something that must be remembered. The lynching of people due to their skin color was a horrible reality, and there is so much one could say about the “vulnerabilities of American Democracy.” These are, without a doubt, topics worthy of discussion. As a blogger, I have the opportunity and right to share my view on such significant topics. It is a necessity in preserving countless sorrowful stories from becoming simply pages of text in a school book. But that being said, I do not know what it feels like to be discriminated again...

My mother is a remarkable person. She is super smart (“almost a genius” in her words). She graduated almost first in her high school class in China . Also, she reads medical articles for fun. She is talented too—I cannot count the amount of times she has begun a sentence with “I used to be truly excellent at x” (insert some field of mathematics, science, or physical prowess). She is strong willed, hardworking and very mature. She has a cavernous plethora of wisdom and experience to dole out on almost any situation at hand. She conducts herself with confidence and a lot of self-discipline. Plain and simple: she knows how to do things right and does them right. But, like, she’s been eating cereal for dinner for the past two weeks. Not just cereal— cocoa puffs. I have no idea what to make of this development. I cannot pinpoint exactly why it bothers me so much, but I have some hunches. 1.       The role swap. She is a whole full grown woman. She should be lectur...