I’m married to a black man and I have black kids and every day I fear for their lives. Every day we hear another story of another black man being brutalized or murdered by a police officer. And every day I fear for my family. My son is sixteen and wears hoodies like Trayvon Martin. My husband is a hardworking, every day, normal black man who sometimes drives too fast, but is always the one at our store late at night. Both I worry about on a regular basis. I worry that my son will get accused of doing something he would never do because he matches a description of…