Naomi Campbell now knows the joy and pain of being an older Black mother
The IndependentThe best of Voices delivered to your inbox every week - from controversial columns to expert analysis Sign up for our free weekly Voices newsletter for expert opinion and columns Sign up to our free weekly Voices newsletter SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. My mother stopped at four — my three brothers and me — because she and my father weren’t sure they could afford to have more children. It didn’t matter what my life achievements were — graduate school, a decent job, volunteer work — I was a failure if I didn’t have any progeny. No matter what the headlines said about Black women’s health or the future prospects of their children, I also considered that if life were to take its natural course, I had but a few decades to spend with my child. I left my doctor’s Upper East Side office and wandered aimlessly on 3rd Avenue, stumbling upon Jacadi, the French children’s clothes store.