Marching in Spirit and Love

Today is today, tomorrow will be tomorrow.  Life goes on, good and bad, safe and dangerous, and fair and unfair.

Currently I am in a good place, with a new sense of confidence and ability to do what I am meant to.  On the other side of that good place I am angry and dismayed.

Today is a sunny and gorgeous autumn day in Western North Carolina.  A day for hiking mountain paths, mowing the yard for the last or almost next time this year or for a fall cleaning blitz.  For me those activities mean that all is right with the world.  And in my little world all is good.  Today anyway.

And yet, all is not right in the world.  In Charlotte and Atlanta there are marches and protests.  Another black life has been snuffed.  More than one, with ________ in Tulsa. There is question as to why there are less and less efforts to deescalate these situations instead of shooting to kill.  I remember times when a suspect would be talked down or at worst, shot in the leg.  That seems to be no more.

I’ve been reading and commenting upon Jim Wallis’ (Sojourner magazine) blog on this topic: https://sojo.net/articles/truth-talks-conversations-we-need-have#comment-2915117591

The ravine between white men who deny the existence of white privilege and those who work to convince them that it exists, is deep and wide.  (And yes, women deny white privilege as well, but not as vociferously.) Why is it that some will cry out about their 2nd Amendment right to bear arms at seemingly all costs, while chastising those who kneel in silence during the national anthem or march in protest of unequal treatment of black Americans in our cities?  The right to protest is an Amendment to forget?

It’s much easier to see the biases and faults of others than it is to see our own.  I definitely get that.  Those who responded to my words of response on Jim Wallis’ blog, those who say white privilege does not exist, were ready to explain or defend the police action in Tulsa and Charlotte.  One admitted that racism may still exist.  May.  How I wish that it was only a mere possibility!

These responders were apparently white and male.  One said he knew a few black people, but not well.  Both decried the protests as unacceptable, emphasizing looting and riots as the reason.  There was blame given to the black community for not favoring education enough (the ubiquitous “they” don’t encourage it) and that the black community encourages their own to hate police.  And yet these statements come from two people who admit or seem to admit that their knowledge comes from “what I hear” or “what I’ve read.”

I as a white woman, am no savior of people with darker skin than mine.  However, if I do not speak what I believe to be the raw truth, I am failing myself, my children and my friends.  But not ONLY these, I am failing humanity if I don’t share what I know, and do my best to be a culture broker, sharing what I know to be true from those who know that they do not receive equal treatment from shop owners, police and others.

Erin Hensley Schultz bravely says what I am saying, and is far more eloquent in  So, Which Is It?  It helps me to know that there are others out there like me, who feel the need to speak even though others will say we are nuts, bending over backward to help those who should be helping themselves.  WHAAAT???

Today I am not in Charlotte marching.  I wish I was and know that I could have gotten there if I really wanted to.  As I watched CNN last night and saw marchers go mile after mile, I wondered if I could really do it.  My hips hurt as I watched a reporter walk and walk and walk.  And yet there was an energy in the crowd and I imagine many felt no pain.

I am wondering.  There is a small black community near where I live.  I want to reach out and let them know I am upset.  Will I offend them?  Should I not worry?  What can I do?

When I write again, I hope to be able to tell you more.

Marching in Spirit and in Love.

Peace to ALL.

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2 thoughts on “Marching in Spirit and Love

  1. Once again Lynn, a powerful and eloquent blog. Your words are true and heartfelt. You write with such conviction that I can feel your feelings through your words. I share your thoughts and I too wish I could be on the front line marching for what I believe is a sin against humanity. At this point I physically can’t due to health reasons. I cannot imagine being the parent of a black child and having to have the talk with them. Not about sex but how not to get shot by the police. Why should that talk ever be necessary? White people, which I am, do not get that. I would bet none of them had to tell their child do not run from the police, be polite, make sure they see your hands at all times, be careful when you drive and do not give them a reason to pull you over, among other things necessary to bring their child home safely. I pray all the time that those who have closed their hearts and minds to the reality of racism will search their souls and find that the fear and anger they have will never change anything. Only love can do that. I wish everyone love.

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