Blessings to you all on this Juneteenth.
As a white woman in the United States, Juneteenth was not a holiday I grew up celebrating. I never heard it mentioned when I was a child or youth, and even though I went to a seminary right next to Harlem in NYC, I didn't learn about Juneteenth until 5 or so years ago when I lived in Boston attending another seminary. Facebook friends were posting messages wishing people a happy Juneteenth, and I had to look up what they were talking about. Such a stark example of the blinders white privilege creates and perpetuates. Juneteenth, also known as Freedom Day, celebrates the day news of the Emancipation Proclamation finally reached Texas, and ended legal slavery in the US (I make the distinction of referring to legal slavery ending because we know that slavery still exists in many forms). That was June 19, 1865: two and a half years after the Emancipation Proclamation was signed into law. Two and a half years. Granted there wasn't social media and email to spread the news back then, but the time between declaration and effect demonstrates that it isn't enough to just change the laws as they are written. What the law says doesn't matter until it is enforced. On Juneteenth, I have a few responsibilities as a white woman. First is to acknowledge my privilege and my own racism. It feels incredibly uncomfortable to write this, but I know it is true: I am a racist. I am a white woman raised in the United States, shaped and influenced by racist systems and attitudes that value my white skin more than the black, brown, and Asian skin of other people. I strive to unlearn my racist prejudices and assumptions, and I want to be held accountable when I mess up and act racially insensitively or down-right racist. I pray I am correct that my actions are rarely overtly racist, and I acknowledge that I am cannot be the best judge of whether or not that is true. Second is to pledge and take concrete action to be anti-racist. This includes working not only on my own racism but also calling out racist remarks or actions I witness and advocating for changes in the racist systems around me. I promise to work my way through this list of "75 Things White People Can Do For Racial Justice" created by Corinne Shutack. My third responsibility is to lift up stories and voices that are not my own. In that spirit, here are a few articles about Juneteenth and current events by people who know much more than me: "How Companies and Individuals Can Use Juneteenth to Practice Active Allyship" by Kiva Wilson and Dr. Evelyn Carter "Why Juneteenth is a Celebration of Hope" by Rachel Jones for National Geographic "Black Lives + TikTok + A Movement NOT A Moment" The African PhD
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Today has been the Christian celebration of Easter - the resurrection of Jesus the Christ. This celebration holds the central message and motivation for the Christian religion. Easter claims that the power of God is stronger than anything of this world.
Jesus' message of the coming kin-dom of God challenged the powers that be, the Empire and the religious authorities, and those powers reacted how they always do. They sought to stamp out their challenger, to quash and kill this man and his movement that sought to turn the world upside-down. They managed to kill him, but little did they know that God would not let them have the last word. Jesus rose from the dead, showing that fear, hate, and violence cannot stop the power of God to give new life and transform the world. Jesus' message of the coming kin-dom of God - to love God and love those whom God loves - could not be contained by the grave. It burst forth in the resurrection and has inspired the best of Christian attempts to create justice. I pray you have had a holy and celebratory Easter. I pray that despite the powers of Empire and the collaboration of religious authorities still operative today that you were able to find peace and respite this day. I pray that this day of Easter has renewed your understanding of the unstoppable love of God and recommitted you to love God and those whom God loves. My heart is broken, and I don’t yet know the way forward. This is not The United Methodist Church I love. This is not the way Christians are called to treat each other.
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Anne HillmanI am a constructive theologian and United Methodist Deaconess Archives
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