The harm I experienced was real—I struggle with PTSD to this day. But would it have helped for me to have been separated from my friends, my school, the sources of stability in my life? Would it have helped if I had been made to stay away from my family, split up from my siblings? And why, as a middle-class white person, did I never have to worry about that happening, when every day Black families are making parenting decisions with the threat of government intervention looming over them?
