Showing posts with label whiteness. Show all posts
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Monday, June 19, 2023

Once Again On This Sacred Day I Sit and I Ponder

Last year at this time, I wrote some words that you can still find here. Maybe they will provide a little context for this post. 

You can find them here.

The church that I belong to, and that is said loosely in this day and age, is part and parcel of the side of the movement shaped by the scholar Alexander Campbell. He had no room for some things and a lot of room for other things. He was all about restoring the New Testament church, and that took on a life of its own. He was extraordinarily for his day and age. 

His partner in all things restoration in the early to mid-1800s was Barton W. Stone. While Campbell was wealthy, Stone not. They were on opposite ends of the economic and the theological spectra. While Campbell was wanting to "restore the church," Stone was wanting to influence the church toward a way of living in the world. With his apocalyptic vision, he likely would have been in the social justice movement of the 1960s. Stone also took his own version of a vow of poverty. He was as poor as Campbell was rich. 

It is curious that while Campbell's influence came strongly up the wealthier churches, and many in the South, there were also some in the north. Largely speaking, churches of Christ was a southern movement, and with the southern movement came interests in things that southerners wanted: states rights, slavery, and wealth. At least that's what the wealthy folk wanted. Take any map of the 1860s and locate the density of slavery juxtaposed with wealth and cotton, and you'll see what I mean. 

My denomination did not care for Martin Luther King, Jr., nor the Civil Rights Movement. Social gospel is a bad phrase, social justice is a creation of left-wing marxists who want to take over our country. CRT and DEI and books are of the devil and those left-wing marxists. 

So, I should not be surprised when my congregation and my denomination opts not to care nor even mention Juneteenth. After all, saving souls is the main thing and what does Juneteenth have to do with saving souls? Actually, it has a lot to do with the health and welfare and lived experiences of Black Americans. The gospel is pond-water weak unless it connects with people's lived experiences. 

So, today, I'll just live in my disappointment. I also live in the joy and worship services where Juneteenth was emphasized, Ebenezer Baptist in Atlanta, and the National Cathedral in Washington, DC. 

I'll go back and re-read what I wrote on this day a year ago. Will also read a few other things that are important. 

As white Americans, there are some things to learn about Juneteenth and its people:

1) If we want to be anti-racist, learn about this holiday, and learn what it means to those who celebrate it whole heartedly today. 

2) Do you own work, and do not depend upon Black friends to be our teachers. Give them a break. 

3) Read good literature about the holiday starting with Kendi and Tisby. 

4) Realize that whatever we learned in school about Juneteenth was just a thumb-nail sketch of what really was experienced by the people yearning to be free. 

5) Realize that those of us and our families who have forever been free, are clueless about people who protested before they set foot on the slave ship, during the Middle Passage, after the ships came into American waters, and every day under the scorching sun across the South as they made money for people who cared nothing about them except to earn them the next dollar from cotton sales. 

6) Understand that there are different degrees of freedom. There is freedom from the lash and bondage to enslavers, but then there are Black taxes, Black codes, lynchings, the Great Migration, red-lining, and all manner of other things in your community. There is the onslaught of macroaggressions and microaggressions. 

7) Know that just because your white leaders say, "We have no racial issues in this town," that they are probably wrong. Get to know over the course of time your Black brothers and sisters, and when the time is right, ask them, "Are there racial problems in this town?"

8). Understand that while you and I may never have own people, or our people may have never owned other people, that we benefit by structures designed to reward us. 

9) Wrap you head around the notion of the fact that we are just now coming to officially honor Juneteenth in all of its glory, and Republican congresses across the country are working hard to stamp out CRT (which they are uninformed about), DEI, books by important authors, and other things. How can Juneteenth be important when Black authors who lived in those hard days of the '30s and '40s be ignored and marginalized? 

10) They myth is that Black Americans were immediately free. The true and brutal story is that enslavers wanted them around for a few more harvests. Those who took their freedom were likely to have faced the KKK or patrolers or other painful realities of enslavement. So, no, June 19, 1865 did not immediately bring about freedom. It was a start, and a painful one in which it took years to get where we are now as a country.  Check out this article for more details

11) Do what you can to make the world a better place, a place of equity and inclusion, a place where anti-racism lives on. Read a book written by a Black author, buy from local Black-own businesses, and contribute to Black-led organizations. 

12) Occasionally step out of our whiteness. I wrote about that in days on by. You can read that here and on this page as well. 





Saturday, June 19, 2021

Reflections on Juneteenth from a White Guy

I'm like most white Americans who learned little to nothing about slavery, the real roots of the Civil War, life for the enslaved, tortures at the hands of the enslavers, patrollers, and freedom, or Juneteenth. 

We know a little about the Emancipation Proclamation, yet we do not know the limits of the decree. We do know of the death of President Lincoln, yet we do not know of his complexities in arriving at freeing enslaved people. 

We do not know a whole lot. As I told a friend this morning via FB, our educational system let us down. Let us down badly. 

So, here I sit on June 19, ponder a lot of things. Personally, it is the birthday of a good friend. I honor him this day. It is also the second anniversary of my cancer surgery. I honor God and good physicians for that successful treatment, especially the physician who performed robotic surgery on me at UT Southwestern. 

As a curious aside, I've also spent time this morning attempting to inform a white guy that Black farmers faced insurmountable racial discrimination and that losing their land was not a function of mismanagement. You can follow those sound bites here. Just scroll down and you'll see several of them along with my replies. 

Most of my mental meanderings this morning have been about Juneteenth, now a national holiday. For years I have personally celebrated this day more so than July 4 given my investment in the stories of African American farmers and their battle with the USDA. You can find the trailer of that film here.

For me the question is whether or not the designation of June 19 will become an opportunity to learn about the history of African Americans in America or will we simply take it as another day off, one in which to party and BBQ our favorite foods on the grill. I'm not a super outdoors cook, so I'll pass on that one. 

I will, however, continue to learn and ponder things related to Black America. As you know if you've followed this blog, I've spent the better part of 30 years or so learning about people of color in our country, that there are at least two Americas, the one I live in and the one my African American friends live in, the things I attempted to teach my sons and the things they have to teach their sons. 

There is much to be learned about those horrendous stories: from the shores of Africa, through the horrors of the middle passage, to the auction block, to the plantation and its unspeakable horrors, from ownership to owning land, through freedom to Reconstruction then Jim Crow and now. Yes, there is much to be learned by us white Americans, but, I think we are lazy. There is a summary of sorts in the first few pages of this publication 

Yes, I said it. I think white America is lazy. Either we are lazy or we are disinterested or we are too occupied. I think we are lazy, or we would learn. 

I think we are also steeped in our whiteness, the only skin color that matters. In fact, I'll go ahead and link up a poem that I wrote last year on this day. Maybe you'll find it offensive. Here is the link to that. 

So, today I am filled wonder. Wonder at how far we've come in order to honor the narrative of those who fought so hard for freedom against insurmountable odds. And the narrative of those who learned on this day in 1865 that they were free, two and a half months after the end of the Civil War.  Against those narratives, I cannot help but see the plethora of voting laws in so many states that harm people of color and their rights to vote.

So, today, I'll ponder freedom. I'll learn more about this day. I'll move beyond the myths to the realities. Yes, General Granger did come ashore, and he did announce that all enslaved were free. I'll also learn that the enslaved probably knew that it was coming. The general's decree was to the enslavers who had found their ways from other states into the state of Texas where slavery was held with impunity even after the war was over. Yes, I'll learn that through violence and intimidation, though the war was over and that these people were free, their enslavers kept them in bondage. One narrative is that the powers that be knew it and they knew that they knew it, but they let them have one last planting and harvest season. 

Yes, today, I'll honor many people, names, faces, and places, for whom this day is sacred. 

Yes, today, I'll honor those whose ancestors lived in bondage and eventually set free. I'll honor the stories of farmers who've traced for me their ancestries back to slave days. 

I'll use this day to continue to learn and grow.

I'll use this day to encourage people who look like me to continue to learn and grow. 

Friday, June 19, 2020

Swimming in a Sea of Whiteness


Swimming in a sea of whiteness
And all that I can see
Far to the right and over to the left
Above and below me.

It is the air that I breathe
It is the ground beneath my feet
It tells me what to say
To everyone I meet.

It’s been with me
since I drew my first breath
And it’ll follow me
until my eyes close in death

It’s the way of the world
With my pigmentation
And it’s all a part of this world's
Woeful fragmentation

Yes, I was born poor
And had to claw my way out
But the color of my skin
Did not make me weep and shout

I live with my skin
Just as you do yours
Do I hide deep within
And hold on with clenched fists

The God we worship
Surely He must be white
His son we follow
White He must be, that’s right.

Did you ever believe that
The flannel graphs told the story
A savior and disciples with white skin
Just a part of our original sin

Forgive me Lord of my pride
As I stop and consider
What it might be on the other side
Of people from here and there

Who am I to get to decide
How things are defined
And the value of the maligned
Within the Holy we both abide.

He breathed into us
The breath of life
And that decides and stops the fuss
I know that makes you want to cuss.

Do your part
White people
Dispel those myths
And let's gather for a brand new start.

Bring about hope
A brighter tomorrow to see
When all of God’s children
Just got to be free.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Blind I Was Until I Could See


Blind I lived
Until I could see
Going to and fro
As privileged as could be.

Blind I lived
Everywhere I looked
Felt comfortable
Every turn I took.

Built into my spaces
Those assumptions that I made
I held to them like a cloak
From the chill of winter afraid.

Sameness is what I saw
Left and right so it seems
Those people over there
Blinding that heavy beam.

Whiteness is how I lived
Who would be surprised
The folks with different skin
Were somehow to be despised.

How long could that be maintained
And live and be somehow sane
To hide behind that wall
And pretend to be humane.

There were small dents here and there
By Cora and the prof we called Doc
My father’s friend named Charlie
The Black preacher even more the shock.

College opened up the door
To more people of other races
Still the assumptions just lingered
Without opening up all the spaces.

Then the call came that day
“The severity of the cause”
The words I heard
More than made me pause.

Into their world I wondered
Stories of farming while black
The powers and oppression
My white world did severely crack.

The mediation hearing in DC
Powerful people all around the room
Farmer, wife, and legal counsel
Would the feds their lives consume.

By grit and determination
The lawsuits they did win
How much of life they lost
These things America’s greatest sin.

Other people and conversations
Continued to challenge my thinking
Gary Doc Van Welchel Janice Major
My blindness rapidly shrinking.

Enslaved Africans chained
Inside the brutal ship
Bought and sold like cattle
On the auction block forced to strip.

Brought here to work the land
To support the owners greed
Never to own the land
Freedom a deeply planted seed.

From then until now
Whiteness the dominant color
Who made that determination
Of the value of the other.

We see it all around
When we live with open eyes
Oppression left and right
To many there is no surprise.

From red lining
To obstacles at the voting booth
Crime violence against people
Passed time to learn the truth.

To fulfill the dreamers dream
Cease judging by color of skin
But by content of ones character
Living beyond our original sin.