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February 13 - February 13, 2019
her sense of goodness—of being a “good white person,” the kind who notices when we are in a restaurant with no people of color. In my experience, white people who believe they are safe often prove dangerous when that identity is challenged.
don’t always feel like teaching white people through my pain,
the Relational Defense. It happens in the media all the time. A government official, teacher, pastor, or principal is caught on tape saying something that is clearly racist. But rather than confess and seek transformation, the person defends their “goodness” by appealing to the relationships of those who “know” them.
But the volunteer isn’t racist. I know her—she has Black friends, just not poor Black friends.
This is why the word racist offends “nice white people” so deeply.
challenges their self-identification as good people.
We know them; we know they are racist.
oftentimes people of color don’t have the time, energy, or willpower to teach the white person enough to turn the conversation into a real debate. To do so would be a ton of work.
Black women were bearing the brunt of these stories as white attenders sought relief from guilt
question lifts the weight off my shoulders and forces the person to move forward, resisting the easy comfort of having spoken the confession.
We have not confessed that the end of slavery was so bitterly resented, the rise of Jim Crow became inevitable—and with it, a belief in Black inferiority that lives on in hearts and minds today.
Jim Crow meant paying taxes for services one could not fully enjoy; working for meager wages; and owning nothing that couldn’t be snatched away. For many black families, it meant never building wealth and never having legal recourse for injustice.
We like to pretend that all those white faces who carried protest signs and batons, who turned on their sprinklers and their fire hoses, who wrote against the demonstrations and preached against the changes, just disappeared. We like to pretend that they were won over, transformed,
We pretend that those who enacted Jim Crow disappear - theyre the ancestors or current white people. Of me.
when we talk about race today, with all the pain packed into that conversation, the Holy Spirit remains in the room. This doesn’t mean the conversations aren’t painful, aren’t personal, aren’t charged with emotion. But it does mean we can survive.
We can lament and mourn. We can be livid and enraged. We can be honest. We can tell the truth. We can trust that the Holy Spirit is here. We must.
is to be in a rage almost all the time. So that the first problem is how to control that rage so that it won’t destroy you.
What more could Black people possibly ask than this—to not be overtly subject to the white will? “Is there more?” white innocence asks before bursting into tears at the possibility that we would dare question its sincerity.
What more could black leople ask than that theyre not exicitky subject to white people?...why expect POC tocbe grateful or appreciate progress?
When we win the award, I feel something. When we get the promotion, I feel something. When we break barriers, I feel something. But I also feel something when we are dying in the streets.
Because I am a Black person, my anger is considered dangerous, explosive, and unwarranted.
wanted to be the Black girl who white people are afraid of making angry. But that Black girl wasn’t me. I longed for the immediate release of rage, but my mild-mannered nature would not allow me this luxury.
My anger can be a force for good. My anger can be creative and imaginative, seeing a better world that doesn’t yet exist.
led to creativity, to connections with others who were angry, too. My anger didn’t destroy me. It did not leave me alone and desolate. On the contrary, my anger undergirded my calling,
serve a God who experienced and expressed anger.
you are a whole person, not a mule to carry the racial sins of the organization.
You are a creative being who is capable of making change. But it is not your responsibility to transform an entire organization.
know they think Tommie and I do this because we are inseparable, or because he is demanding. For
They will spit out the words drug dealer, just as they spit out the word criminal.
What I didn’t see coming was Ferguson. Like that moment in the lynching museum years earlier, the gap between history and present closed once again, this time on my living room TV.
watching Black residents being treated like enemies of the state, it seemed to me that racism hadn’t evolved at
White people often want me to be grateful for America’s so-called racial progress.
As comedian Chris Rock says, I suppose these things were progress for white people, but damn.
felt as if my own home church had been violated. The goal of terror attacks, after all, is to inspire fearfulness beyond the
It hurt to know America could still hurt me.
the Spirit delighted in who we are: in our praise, in our proclamation, in our prayers—but also in our person.
the many assumptions people will have of you simply because God kissed your glorious skin and it blushed at the attention.
We would rather wonder about your humanity than ruminate on the ways the world will try to take that away from you.
as your baby fat disappears and your height comes to match ours, they will start to see you as dangerous—but we will be here to refute
Racial reconciliation has become something of a buzzword in Christian circles.

