If two black films getting popular is such an anomaly that they can be treated as interchangeable, even though they focus on different subject matter, how indistinguishable are black people in everyday life?
Our lives cannot be a cosmic To-Do List where we needle ourselves for not doing enough or loving enough. That thinking helps no one, and it is too feckless and feeble to confront injustice or even face our own demons.
Christmas is part of that Great Story, and we either round its edges or fashion it into whatever tool we need to justify our cause.
"Doesn't it feel like the world is getting worse?" my roommate asked me as we drove through my hometown, the sun's rays fading on our shoulders. The question hung in the air, heavy from days of red-rimmed headlines and dried tears.
"People are making preparations for Thanksgiving while the North Dakota police are using water cannons and rubber bullets on Native Americans." What do we do with this tension?
In relation to yesterday's post, here and here are the other posts I've written about race-related stress and racial trauma. As an added caveat, I think it's important to remember that the presence of trauma of any kind does not reduce a person's situation to the oppressor/victim dichotomy our polarized society is so fond of.
Frustration sets in as I navigate through my expectations of my white friends and whether those expectations are fair or not. When another race-related event turns up, I find myself waiting for them to reach out to me. I don't need a full conversation or a therapy session with them--just a text asking if I'm okay. I find myself yearning for their acknowledgement that the racism underlying both the daily realities and big, mainstream-worthy headlines affects me in a different way. Then I have to inevitably sort through those thoughts and question if I'm really asking for their recognition of my hurt or for their permission to express it.
I love how she sums up my own thoughts with such grace and understanding. I don’t think enough people realize that when the physical, emotional, and social safety of the marginalized is threatened, the Gospel mandate is to draw near them.
I love you guys. I know you were afraid. You were afraid that the America you knew was falling apart. Maybe you were really worried about our national debt. Maybe you were worried about the lives of unborn babies. Maybe you were worried that your church would lose its tax-exempt status because it understands marriage as being between one man and one woman. You care about your kids, and you were worried about what liberal Supreme Court justices would do. Maybe you were worried about terrorism. You were scared for your families and your children and the potential influx of Muslim refugees. You were worried about getting and keeping a job, and providing for your family because of immigration. Or maybe you were just worried about having Hillary for president because of those emails.
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I am agonizing over what to say. I could say I'm in mourning, but what I'm mourning has been burdening my heart for far longer than this election season. The tension knotted in my stomach, the nausea thick in my throat is not new. For years I have grieved for the divided state of my … Continue reading tears in the night
I'm voting for Black Lives Matter. You won't see that on a ballot, but faces come to mind when I get up before 6am to drive to the polls. Some of the faces I know; many I do not. I've read articles about how Christians should vote--or NOT vote. I'm not discounting those, or the … Continue reading who are you voting for?