In June 2015, members of our church joined with Christians all over the world to lament the murders of nine precious brothers and sisters in Charleston, South Carolina. We prayed together:
We stand with our sisters
We stand with our brothers
We stand with our families
We stand to bear their burdens in Jesus' name
And this past week, we dedicated time to lament the ridiculous actions of white "supremacists" (a term I hate, since there is no such thing as the supremacy of any race) in Charlottesville, Virginia. Again we prayed, again we vowed to stand with our brothers and sisters.
In the wake of such tragedies, it's easy for me to get on my high horse and rage against the evil of racism, to decry the lack of justice in the world, to insist that something be done.
But as I've thought deeply about the events of these days, I realize that for the most part, any raging I would do is really a cover for the real something that still needs to happen in my own heart.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~I came by my racism honestly.
I was born in Memphis, Tennessee in the 1960's. Memphis was well on the way to being racially integrated before I arrived on the scene, so I didn't know that Candace, my dark-skinned friend in Miss Haywood's first grade class, would not have been allowed in my classroom just a few years earlier. I didn't know that Mrs. Bell wouldn't have been allowed to be my second-grade teacher. I didn't know about the April 1968 shooting at the Lorraine Motel. I knew that the Safety Patrol at my school conducted riot drills along with fire drills, but I didn't know why.
My parents did know all about those issues, and when the authorities in Memphis decided to further enact school integration by busing students, they joined thousands of others in what's now called "white flight." We moved out to a neighboring county, well away from the jurisdiction of the Memphis City Schools.
Because, of course, my parents were law-abiding citizens. Had we stayed in Memphis, they would have complied with the law. Laws may change a person's behavior, and sometimes that's an important and necessary step. But they don't change a person's heart.
At heart, we were racists. I didn't know it at the time, but we were. So were most of our friends and neighbors.
Don't get me wrong. I was blessed that my folks were good people. My family was Christian, and at church we sang about how people of all races were precious in God's sight. I think we believed that, at least in theory. So far as I know, my parents treated all people well, regardless of race. I'm grateful for that.
What I've come to realize, though, is that no matter how seemingly mild a form of racism may be, it's dangerous. Our kind of racism wasn't overt, but it was very much part of our idea of reality. The thought of one race being superior to others was one of our underlying assumptions, whether we realized it or not.
Here's the thing about underlying assumptions: once a false notion is accepted as truth, it changes the way we think. It alters the way we perceive what's happening around us. Almost as though we were wearing glasses of the wrong prescription, we see distorted images--but we don't realize that we're not seeing clearly. Those distorted images appear to support what we assume to be true, and our false notions are reinforced.
At least that's the way it was for me. I've had my racism challenged and partially defeated by knowing many wonderful, talented, brilliant people of races different from my own. I thank God for this.
But I know my own heart. I don't want to be racist, and while I work at not allowing racism of any kind to linger, it's still much too easy for me to fall into thinking in terms of racial stereotypes. This is ridiculous, and I know better, but I'm still susceptible to wrong thinking.
Besides that, it's easy for me to bristle against the idea of "white privilege." I grew up in the South, but my ancestors were not slaveowners. My people were poor. My grandfather was a sharecropper; my husband's grandfather, a tenant farmer. My parents and my husband and I have had to work hard—really hard—for the progress we've made. So the idea of "privilege" can seem preposterous to me.
Yet I've never had to worry about my own race. I've never been frowned upon for no reason. I haven't had to explain myself or defend my right to be in certain places. If I achieve success in an endeavor, no one questions whether I deserve it or if I might have received it only because of my race. I've never been suspected of unlawful behavior. If I walk around my neighborhood, no one questions my right to be here. I've never had to worry about whether the way I dressed on any given day might make people respect me less. Shoot, I've even been able to shop for "nude" shoes, knowing that they'd be the color of my skin.
Every day I enjoy privileges that I take completely for granted. Again, my vision can be distorted without my ever recognizing that I'm not seeing clearly.
It is right and good to work for societal change. I am deeply grateful for the progress in social justice that has been made in this country. One needn't reach too far back into American history to find evidence of terrible, entrenched racism, even racial violence, as a societal norm. An intensive study completed by the Equal Justice Initiative found that nearly 4,000 black persons were killed by lynching between 1877 and 1950. 3,959 instances of racial terror, often carried out with little or no punishment to the murderers.
I thank God that things have changed. I am grateful that racial terrorism now takes our breath away, makes us sick. Things are better. But they aren't good enough. They aren't good enough!
In response to such tragedies as we've witnessed, I find myself ranting about injustice, raging against wrongs that need to be righted. In the end, though, it's pretty easy to rant and rage. Far harder is it to change my attitude, to root out all the injustice and wrong that is within me. And if I allow traces of racism to lurk in my own heart, what good have I accomplished?
In the middle of thinking about all this, I read these words from Thomas a Kempis, in Chapter 11 of The Imitation of Christ:
"How can he abide long in peace who occupies himself with other men's matters, and with things outside himself, and meanwhile pays little or rare heed to the self within? Blessed are the single-hearted, for they shall have abundance of peace."
Oh, God. This is not just my country's problem. This is my problem.
These times in our history don't call for vilifying others. They call for personal repentance. I must think about my own thinking. I must get my own distorted vision corrected and learn to walk with new vision.
Some of my friends* are working to make things better in our society. I am proud of their work, but I must do more. I must work with them. I must stand in solidarity with my brothers and sisters of all races. And I must realize that before I can stand strong, I need to keep bending my knee, repenting of my own wrong thinking, and confessing the sin that's present in my heart.
So I pray. Dear Lord, forgive me. Please keep changing my heart. Help me to understand that the fight against racism is my fight, and show me how to help.
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How honest and brave of you to publish this post. The first blogger, Southern or otherwise I have seen say one word on the subject. There's no need to start a firestorm for readers to start a firestorm on your blog but maybe just one person will give deep thought to their own true feelings and see the need for improvement. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Dee, thank you so much for your words of encouragement. God help us all to think deeply about these issues and realize the need for change. Bless you.ReplyDelete
Thank you for this...I am am an African-American, Christian female and sincerely appreciate your honesty. I pray this conversation continues and honesty abounds and true unity in Christ starts right here in spaces like this :)ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Richella. I grew up in a very segregated south with totally bigoted parents. Fortunately, we always lived very close to my grandparents who were the most christian, loving and kindest people I have ever known...I spent more time with them than with my parents. Even at a very young age, I was so disturbed by the attitude and language of my parents. After I had children, I had to confront my parents & forbid them to use the ugly language they so often used when my children were around. Many times I tried to discuss with my parents that people of all races were equal and deserved to be treated with respect...like talking to a block wall! My children were their only grandchildren for a long time, so they curbed their language in order to see them. They remained bigots to their dying day.ReplyDelete
I am outraged over the events of late, and so are my adult children and grandchildren, who have grown up not seeing color. I am outraged that we do not have leadership with any kind of moral code, compassion or empathy in our country right now. For us to have come so far as to have had a man of color in the White House, it is incredible & shameful to see how this country has regressed in such a short time.
I am praying harder than I've ever prayed before, but my concern deepens every day. I believe God is strong and good, but the Devil is strong, too, and is showing his ugliness in the hearts of many right now. I will continue to pray.
Richella, you hit the nail on the head when you said these times call for personal repentance. We need to search our own hearts each and every day. As Jesus said, we need to first (and always) take the logs out of our own eyes. Thanks for your honest and convicting post.ReplyDelete
Thank you for this rich and honest post, Richella. An authentic and transparent conversation is just what we need not only in this country but in the Church. As an African-American female who was called the "N" word for the first time as a 10 year old (in the 80s) by an adult white male, I still have to pray and work on my own prejudices. Luckily, when I began counseling others as a therapist, I had clients of every hue and God allowed me to work through my issues so that I can be the helper He called me to be. Again thank you and I'll be praying with you. Www.TheGreatBIGLife.comReplyDelete
Good words, Richella, particularly that Thomas a Kempis quote on the self within. My situation is somewhat like your own -- born in the sixties just late enough to have missed all the brouhaha over integration. But I am in the far north where we know about racial tension only from afar. It's easy for me to imagine that I am without fault because, of course, I hardly ever have occasion to interact with anyone who looks different from me. I'm taking all this in, and trying to let God shape me thoughts around race and also the acceptance of others as Christ as welcomed me.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing your confession. Thank you for confirming what I know to be true.ReplyDelete
This is not only a white problem but a people problem. However because the power structures in this country are mostly white this requires the folks that benefit from this the most to think differently. Thank you for being willing. I hope this leads to greater change.
Richella, I must admit that when I first saw your post, I avoided reading it. But I found it again over at Deb's and decided it was time. :) Thank you for your bravery and honesty. I felt such a surge of emotions as I read through it. Thank you most of all for pointing us all to examine ourselves in the light of Christ. He alone makes unity possible. May His grace and mercy change us all. Blessings!ReplyDelete