White Christians: your silence and complicity, for 400 years, in the face of racial terror and religious violence against African Americans is theological malpractice.
Burning Black Lives Matter signs ripped from churches is an explicit threat to the sanctity of the Black church and to Black lives and freedom, even if the church itself is not historically Black.
You're a hypocrite and the truth ain't in you if you claim to love a God you haven't seen, while either condoning or being silent about acts of terror and violence against your actual neighbor.
Perhaps if you read some Liberation or Womanist theology, or some Critical Race Theory, you’d understand the relationship between silence, racial terror, and white supremacist theology.
But since that isn’t likely, here’s some scripture for you: woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs…inside are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness.
One of my mistakes was believing I would be supported, helped, promoted, and rewarded to the same degree as my white colleagues. I thought my credentials, degrees, excellence, and work ethic would be as valuable than their connections. I was wrong.
Anti-black bias is so common and acceptable in this culture that a SCOTUS justice "joking" about Black children wearing Klan outfits is hardly a blip on the radar. The cumulative total of decades and decades of racist "jokes" is dehumanizing. And that's the whole point...
Dehumanizing language has consequences. It is no surprise that when you call people "animals" and "dogs," and when you call countries "shitholes," your policies reflect your beliefs. Out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.
Parker, I'm so glad I had the chance to meet you today (and for the dance party)! Keep on dreaming big for yourself...and maybe one day I'll proudly look up at a portrait of you!
Holding space and praying for everyone reliving their own memories of trauma. Whether you choose to be silent or to speak, may God's grace and mercy comfort you. You are not alone.
For those without access to experimental treatments; for those without health insurance; for those whom hospitals turn away; and for those denied a support team to advocate on their behalf - for these weary souls, oh God, we pray.
Reads the essay "Is There a Place for Female Professors at Seminary?"
Looks around office where I'm a full professor and the dean.
Shakes my head and keeps it moving, confident in God's calling on my life...
"Until we can see the cross and the lynching tree together... there can be no genuine understanding of Christian identity in America, and no deliverance from the brutal legacy of slavery and white supremacy.”
#JamesCone
Y'all want Black women to be the mules to save your democracy, clean up your messes, and turn the world around. And when we are killed, you shake your heads and say "what a shame." Then keep demanding our labor.
One of the cruelest features of white supremacy is how it successfully blames anything and everything, other than its own racist ideology, for the very harms and injuries it causes.
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
There's not a crisis of resources at the Southern border. There's no national shortage of soap or toothbrushes. This nation simply lacks the decency, humanity, and moral integrity to affirm the imago Dei of those being detained.
How do you "do justice?" Start where you are. Don't be so paralyzed by the scale of the problem that you simply do nothing. The work of racial justice needs lawyers and journalists, and also gardeners and theologians.
#RacialJustice
In 2013, a Black woman,
#MiriamCarey
, was killed after driving into a security checkpoint. 9 rounds were fired into her car with her baby in the backseat at the Capitol. Today, white supremacists have been allowed to take the Capitol and disrupt an election, unharmed.
#SayHerName
In her face, I see the image of every Black woman I know and love. And my own. And I weep to live in a world that doesn't affirm our humanity or afford us any justice.
#BreonnaTaylor
White evangelicals on both sides of impeachment continue to ignore the pernicious racism which defines this presidency. I maintain what I wrote in 2016: willful silence & overt support of white supremacy is a sin. Your theological claims are empty if you can't love your neighbor.
I wake up every day and choose to be kind. That is a spiritual discipline. But some days are harder than others. People's lack of home-training will test you.
Thinking about these words from bell hooks: “Folks in this society have been socialized via racism and sexism to see Black women as existing to “serve;” it often follows that folks feel we should continue to serve even if we are sick, weary, or even near death.”
I do not want to live in a theocracy. My ancestors had far too much experience of living in a nation where white supremacist interpretations of the bible functioned as the law of the land.
So interesting to watch, in real time, the continued demonization of street corner drug dealers, and yet the open embrace of "innovative cannabis entrepreneurs." Fascinating how only one group bears the stigma of moral failing when they're all straight hustlers.
When we can go back outside again, I will never take for granted the simple pleasure of working from a coffeehouse, surrounded by the sights and sounds of other human beings.
If your pastor did not offer a full-throated, flat-footed, unapologetic message against the sins of white supremacy and racist violence, you may be a member of a social club instead of a church.
In my last Zoom, someone suggested we needed to rush off or else we'd miss the end of
@repjohnlewis
' funeral and remarks from President Obama. I laughed. They had no clue about Black funeral culture. I've done another Zoom and had lunch and Auntie is still talking.
Heard a song at the store; looked it up when I got home and went down a musical rabbit hole. I must still be there. That's the only explanation I have for why a hymn-loving gospel-singing Black church girl is now a fan of
@Harry_Styles
.
EXCITING NEWS!! Preorders available for my new book, “In My Grandmother’s House: Black Women, Faith, & the Stories We Inherit," womanist theology essays on race, faith, the Black church, and wisdom from church mothers. Honored to usher it into the world.
Fascinating how folks want the celebration of
#Juneteenth
without an acknowledgement of the debt owed due to centuries of chattel slavery. How do you celebrate the "freedom" but ignore the bondage that preceded it?
Self-care is wonderful. Self-love is necessary. But those two alone are not sufficient for the fullness of life. Nobody is meant to do all of life alone. Relationships matter.
Our world, from restaurants to parking to houses of worship, is increasingly inaccessible to people who do not have smartphones. I'm deeply concerned by this. Anyone else? Is this simply "progress?"
Somewhere in Texas, a killer's social media and job history is being scrubbed, while a victim's elementary school report cards are being searched for a reason to blame her for her own death.
#BeenHereBefore
#AtatianaJefferson
I was born and raised in the church. I love the church. I miss the church. But I love God and God's people more than any institution or building. Love yourself and your neighbors enough to stay home a little while longer.
Something today triggered a painful memory from the first few months of the pandemic. And let me say this: there is a WHOLE lot of unprocessed trauma and grief connected to Covid that will keep showing up in unexpected ways.
Those called to deliver the good news must do so even when they are coping with bad news. Praying for all clergy, of all faiths, dealing with the burdensome joys of leadership.
It's okay to feel many things at once. Cautious optimism for the future. Anger at how the past four years unfolded. Grief for those we've lost. Relief at feeling a burden lifted. Uncertainty for what tomorrow will really bring. All the feels.
The Black prophetic tradition is ancient as days, and yet still alive. Your doctored clips, hit pieces, and twitter lies can't kill what even the Middle Passage couldn't destroy.