Some realities are projected onto others disallowing them to be free. My father called this being Black in America. And some realities are not yet. Our children will call that home.
She spoke with affection about her mother and grandmother and the struggles of their lives. “And my great-great grandmother,” she added in conclusion, “was a slave.” Her last sentence hit me like a thunder clap.
That should matter to Latinos especially as a community that is more collective than individualists. One that cares for family forever and where strangers become family over a cup of cafecito.
My family has stood up for independence from England, for civil rights, and against fascism. I come from people who fight for what we believe to be right. Now honestly, I never thought I would have to stand up against my own people.
When those privileges are threatened, it means danger for those in the margins and anyone who chooses to stand with them. Perhaps someday you'll join me where it's dangerous.
Reading While Black is not, in the end, just about Black Christianity, Black church history, or Black Biblical theology. Rather, it is a significant contribution to the larger Christian conversation over what it means to be the multi-ethnic body of Christ.
The killing of black men by police is a relentless beating against the souls and the spirits of people who believe in justice and who operate in hope. But with each assault, those same spirits become more and more wounded.
There is a certain amount of community guilt that comes with all the benefits of being an American. As Christians, we should know this. Did you eat the fruit in Eden? I didn't eat the fruit. There is no way I would have eaten the fruit. Everyone says the same thing when it comes to slavery.
For every time we preached about the blood of Jesus and did not talk about the blood of Breonna Taylor…George Floyd…Ahamad Arbury…Jacob Blake…and so many more…[Say all their names!]. We repent and we turn toward justice.