I offered this poem I wrote to our church as a lament during our Race Relations Sunday service. And here I offer it again, understanding the role of lament and an honest examination of our current reality - and our history - to move us forward. Sacred Duplicity America! The proverbial land flowing with milk …
Tag: White Supremacy
What More Can I Say? On Charlottesville and White Supremacy
After the Charlottesville riot on Saturday, I wrestled with the idea of writing a piece that would convincingly urge my Christian brothers and sisters to respond. I first contemplated the idea of speaking to the need for the Church to condemn the protest and violence of white nationalism, but it felt somewhat shallow. I then …
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Lament Song
I woke up Wednesday morning feeling lost and confused, remorseful over the events of the night before. So much shame and a deep feeling of wantonness filled my chest, comprising the air circulating in my lungs trying to keep me alive. My head ached, my body was sore, and I wanted to vomit up the …
Salvation
There is no power gained by oppressing others. No glory. No honor. No peace. No joy. Only terror, the terror of living under the tyranny that your own hands have wrought. The agony of your own oppressive behavior released upon the earth, threatening breath, air, water, land. Us. Be delivered from the memory of your …
White Reform
*Warning: This post is mostly satire, aimed at challenging (and changing) pervasive and destructive narratives that are applied to people of color while ignoring and even downplaying violent behaviors in whites. While written in jest to expose the level of hypocrisy and hatred embedded within white supremacist ideology, something must really be done to dismantle …
On Kindergarten and Little Black Girls
My daughter started kindergarten last week. And it was bittersweet. On the one hand, I was excited to see her transition out of daycare into the formal system of education - a transition that clearly indicated that my precious five year old, the one who I carried for 9 months, nursed for 2 years, and …
