Why Protecting Black Women Is Not An Option

Updated: Apr 13

I thought about when it would be a good time to speak on the matter. I did not anticipate the death of another black woman and daughter predicting that time-frame.

Photograph by Clarke Sanders


The conversation about protecting Black Women has been trending for the last couple of months. I thought about when it would be a good time to speak on the matter. I did not anticipate the death of another black woman and daughter predicting that time-frame. Last Sunday evening I was speaking to my boyfriend like we do every night. We exchanged our “I love you” before ending the call. Not even ten minutes went by before he was calling me back. I figured maybe it was by accident or he forgot to tell me something but instead he said “I just got the craziest news”. If you have witnessed or experienced a series of unfortunate events throughout your lifetime then you already know anything preceding a statement like that is filled with misery.


“Kadeem’s baby mother was killed”. Naturally I was confused and once I made sense of what he said I asked “Who told you that?” Just two weeks ago they were celebrating the gender reveal of their baby girl and now she’s not here? He sent me the source so I could confirm for myself. I wish what I saw was not true but there it was “A Mother-to-Be Killed in Columbia” with her glamour shot sitting below the header. The two did not belong together. This is not what beauty in pain is supposed to look like.

On June 22nd, BeBe took a bullet to the head while sitting in her bedroom. Their home was shot up by someone who does not understand the value of life. Part of me wanted to write it off that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time but when did our homes become the wrong place to be? Then again if we look at Atatiana Jefferson and Botham Jean we learned our home is no safer than a grave. Their three month premature baby was fighting for her life preceding her mother’s fatality just to be welcomed into Heaven’s gates a few days later by her mother.