Ephesians 6:4 (ASV) says, “Fathers do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.”
Child abuse isn’t solely a black issue, but it’s twice as prevalent in the black community than in others. If you’ve listened to some black activists or read black websites like The Root, they’ve attributed the disproportionate number of child abuse statistics in the black community to poverty (partially correct), and they’ve even gone so far as to claim the numbers are skewed because child protective services workers are racist. No, I’m not kidding. Apparently, they’re unaware of all the black social workers our government employs, or they’re totally insensitive to the plight of the victim.
We’ve all seen the evidence. You walk through a grocery store, the mall or a Wal-Mart and there’s a black mother wearing spandex so tight you can see her DNA, and she’s surrounded by her children. You overhear one of the children ask for a treat, and all of a sudden there’s a severe overreaction from mom, either a smack or yelling that occurs as if no one else is around. The child is terribly humiliated, mom could care less, and onlookers gasp in disbelief – but do nothing for fear the mother will lash out at them. Am I lying?
Though I love my mom and dad, I grew up in a home where I was “disciplined” with objects such as a belt, a switch, a coat hanger, a paddle, a wooden spoon and even a telephone cord on occasion. I wasn’t allowed to talk back or express myself freely without it being considered “disrespectful.” Whenever I observed white kids speaking with their parents diplomatically, but in a way for which I thought they should’ve been spanked, I assumed they were disrespectful and spoiled. I wasn’t alone. All of my black and Hispanic friends felt the same way.
There’s no question poverty and a lack of…