There’s a first time for everything. The first time my son was called the N-word online, it happened while he was playing video games. He was hurt. H
There’s a first time for everything.
The first time my son was called the N-word online, it happened while he was playing video games. He was hurt. He was angry. But he was angrier another time when his best friend—whose complexion is darker—was the one on the receiving end of the slur. They were tag teaming or whatever you call it.
I don’t know if it was because it happened to his “brother” in spirit or because of the darker tone of his friend’s skin. I never asked. I just knew they were hot. I was too.
We talked it through.
Being a mom, I found myself blurting out, “Why can’t y’all just play against each other?” They both rolled their eyes and said, “Mommmm.” That was my cue to back off. What they needed most was space to be strong high school boys navigating a world that wasn’t always kind.
But I carried the weight of it with me too.
Because I know there’s too much racism online. Our children may not always talk to us about it, but it’s there. I don’t even know for certain if that was the first time. I just know that’s the first time they told me about.
And the platforms know it’s there too.
This isn’t just about video games or Pokémon cards or chat boxes. It’s about the constant reminder our children face that the world can be cruel, dismissive, and racist even in spaces that are supposed to be about fun.
We can feel so powerless. But our role is powerful. As parents, our role is to give them room to process, but also to stand beside them, to affirm that their feelings are real, and to remind them that their worth is never diminished by someone else’s slur.
Racism may try to sneak into their joy, but it can’t take away their brilliance, their bond, or their right to play freely.
Now certainly you heard of Tamo, the TikTok star who was having none of the racism that day.