Lately, there’s been a lot of talk about the issue of systemic racism–specifically as it pertains to African-Americans. As I’ve been reading people’s posts on social media, I’ve encountered some encouraging dialogue. Yes, some of it is negative. Some people have completely missed the point of the #BlackLivesMatter movement. Because it’s not a “perfect” movement, some people want to completely dismiss the essence of the message.
One thing I’ve realized is that whites are often timid in bringing up the subject of race for fear of offending us (the non-white person.)
One of the most offensive things that people regularly say to me is this: “I don’t see color. I just see people.” Can you imagine a person walking through a beautiful flower garden with many different types of flowers saying, “I don’t see color, or any of the differences in the flowers. I just see flowers.” ? I pity the person who walks through life, ignoring the unique beauty of God’s creation. To notice the size, shape, smell, texture, and color of one flower is not to discriminate against another flower. To notice and to acknowledge is the first step towards acknowledging the amazing creativity, and wisdom of our marvelous creator.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty! The whole earth is filled with his glory! Isaiah 6:3
I acknowledge his glory in me. In my brown skin and my kinky, curly hair. In my wide nose, full lips and my full figured body. I love the soulfulness of my culture, the rhythm in the way we carry ourselves and our passionate way of expressing ourselves. I don’t want to be ignored or to blend in with the masses of “people”. I want to be the black woman I was created to be. Of course, I don’t want anyone presuming to know who I am based on the qualities of my culture. Of course, I don’t want to be treated as inferior (or superior) because I am a woman or because I’m black. Of course, I don’t want to be made fun of for eating watermelon and fried chicken. And I don’t want anyone assuming that I’m a criminal or that my sons are criminals simply because we’re black.
I am a human being with thoughts, feelings, struggles, pains, joys, strengths and weaknesses just like everyone else on the planet. But I’m a human being who is American and of African decent. I’m here! Please don’t just put me in the melting pot of people. Please see my unique beauty, for I believe our uniqueness reflects something about our beautiful God that only we can reveal.
I believe our Creator reveals something unique about Himself in every culture. It is only when we recognize his beauty in it’s various forms, that we have a fuller picture of who this God is. He is not the culture, but He is uniquely reflected in each culture
I think one of the blessings of all this talk about racial injustice and systemic racism, is this: We’re finally talking. Not simply shouting at each other. (Although that’s going on too.) It seems as if the majority culture of America is finally giving us (African-Americans) the opportunity to share our stories. I’ll be honest. Many of us hesitate to share because we have accepted our struggles as a part of life. It’s not something we usually think about, it just is what it is. Two, we don’t want to be the angry black person who blames every problem they face on racism. I have been overly sensitive to this. As a result, I’ve become unaware of, and haven’t acknowledged much of the overt and indirect racism for a LONG time. I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt unless they prove otherwise. Three, many white people don’t think racism still exists in America. I’ve actually had friends to tell me this directly. Just because YOU don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there. Just because people aren’t burning crosses in people’s yards doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
Now, it seems, people are willing to listen. People are trying to understand this issue. Thank you to each of you who are willing to listen without judgement. As we share our stories, and you listen to understand and to connect with us as humans, we experience healing. Our stories aren’t political issues or religious beliefs to be hotly debated. Our stories are our personal life experiences. Yes, there is a commonality to each story, but each story is unique and it paints a picture as to why we believe what we believe. It helps you to understand why we are the way we are.
Several years ago a lady began to talk with me about black people. She was white. She didn’t understand why black people voted for Obama just because he was black. Btw, she never gave me an opportunity to explain why. She just spouted out her opinions on why she thought blacks were being racist. I listened quietly. She began to tell me about a book that she read to her children about a black person. (Bravo to you. You read one book about a black person! Sorry for the sarcasm.) Then she proceeded to tell me how she grew up in a town in Oklahoma where blacks weren’t allowed. She said there was a sign at the city limits telling blacks not to enter. Finally, she ended by saying that one of her family members called blacks the N word. She said he didn’t mean anything derogatory by it. It was just what he called blacks. Not once in the “conversation” was I asked about my experience. In fact, I listened the entire time, pretty dumbfounded, greatly offended and hurt. In spite of what you may think about this lady, I think this lady loved me. I was probably the first black person that she felt she could share so openly with. I’m glad she shared her story with me. I wasn’t happy about her lack of humility in seeking to understand me and my culture and she seemed to exude an air of superiority towards my culture.
She suffered from ignorance.
I would have felt valued if she had asked me questions, rather than presuming to know the answers.
The “color-blind” ideology produces this type of ignorance. It makes people blind to racism and therefore causes them to unintentionally hurt people of color. The color-blind approach supports racial illiteracy. If you can’t see the more subtle forms of racism, you aren’t responsible for stopping it and you aren’t able to repent of it. My family and I have experienced these more subtle forms of racism countless times, and I’ve heard countless stories of other people of color who experienced these subtle and not-so-subtle forms of racism.
Recently, I was listening to Soong-Chan Rah talk about racial injustice in America and how to move forward. He talks about allowing the voices of the suffering to speak for themselves, rather than the person of privilege speaking for them. He says, “Can we elevate these voices because they are the voices that have not been heard.” He also asks the question,”What books have you read? Of the last 10 books you’ve read, who are the authors?” Most people would respond that those authors represent the dominant culture. He further explains, “This shows me that you’re not hearing the other voices. ”
If you want to better understand the underlying problems of racism that still affect us today, listen to our stories. Read books by African-American authors. Listen to our stories through our music. (Please listen to more than just Lecrae. 🙂 ) If you want to become a lover of all cultures. If you want to have your heart enlarged, and your mind opened, read books by authors from a variety of cultures and perspectives. Develop good relationships with all sorts of people. Ask questions. Listen to their stories, and humbly seek to understand rather than judging. I know I need to do more of this myself.
Here is a list of books written by African -Americans to get you started as you seek to understand the beauty and challenges of being black in America. This is by no means an exhaustive list. I’m just included a few books that either I or my husband have read, and enjoyed. I’m also including a list of African-American musicians that we also enjoy.
Books to help you develop your racial literacy and to help you understand America’s history of racism:
Be the Bridge by Latasha Morrison
Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson
I’m Still Here by Austin Channing Brown
Woke Church by Dr. Eric Mason
White Fragility by Robin DiAngelo
White Awake: An Honest Look at What It Means to Be White by by Daniel Hill, Brenda Salter McNei
The Color of Compromise by Jemar Tisby
Unsettling Truths: The Ongoing, Dehumanizing Legacy of the Doctrine of Discovery by by Mark Charles and Soong-Chan Rah
Books to help you appreciate the black experience in America:
Jubilee by Margaret Walker (My favorite book in highschool)
Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry Mildred D Taylor
Autobiography of Malcolm X
Invisible Man By Ralph Ellison
Poetry and writings by Langston Hughes
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou(and the rest of her autobiographies. I LOVE them!)
Up From Slavery by Booker T Washington
Having Our Say By Sarah and Elizabeth Delaney
Gifted Hands by Ben Carson
Between the World and Me By Ta-Nehisi Coates
Fear Lives Here No More by Alecia Baptiste (that me!) Get your copy Here
Check out Deidra Riggs. She’s an African-American Christian writer: http://www.deidrariggs.com/
Check out Tony Evans. He’s an African-American pastor/author from Dallas. http://tonyevans.org/
Here are some of the musicians that we enjoy:
Mali Music
Propaganda
India Arie
Lisa Mcclendon
Maxwell
Lala Hathaway
Alecia Baptiste (get your copy of my CD here)
Eric Roberson
Fred Hammond
Kirk Franklin
Men of Standard
Libby Jane says
Alicia, yes and amen! Thank you for sharing. Share more!
I have live in an urban area and struggle with my own inherent biases all the time. It is so uncomfortable being on borderlands. I thought I was so past it all. But realize more deeply all the time my own priviledge. I went to a great public school and got a great education, but the acheivement gap is not closing in our school district. It took me years to begin to relalize how different my experience was there as a white girl in the advanced classes.
My dad was a janitor and is now a bus driver, and we never had, still don’t have much money, so I thought I knew hardship because we were sort of poor compared to my elite peers and church family. And what a rare blessing it is to have a dad around, with a steady job for my whole childhood! Now I see how having such a community of wealth and education around us is a huge priviledge that so many of our neighbors don’t have access to.
Some of my family are quite conservative politically, in ways that I sometimes think are strangely inconsistent with their christian beliefs.
Anyhow, our tail light was out recently and the kids were worried about it. Because of recent news, they knew you could get pulled over for that. My husband joked with them, don’t worry, it’s ok for us because we’re white. And then I cried. It is too, too, tragically true. Philando Castille was killed a few miles from our house, in a whiter area of town.
What can we do?
I guess I want to seek out the voices more intentionally of our friends of color? I totally don’t ask about race unless they bring it up, cause I don’t know if they want that kind of attention. Is it tiring or burdensome to you to be translating culturally in that way?
I don’t know how to understand these things. Do I just talk about race with other white people? That’s sort of scary.
Thank you, as always, for sharing your perspective! I love your posts, and your work. .
Alecia Baptiste says
Libby, thank you so much for having the courage to join in this conversation. I know many want to, but are so afraid of stirring up a hornet’s nest. This is a safe place for respectful conversation.
It’s good to hear that you’re thinking about these things,and that you’re willing to admit that there are other perspectives outside of your own. That’s a great place to start.
After you sent me your reply, I read some of it to my husband and son, who are both black men. They weren’t surprised by your husband’s joke. They’ve had “friends” joke with them in the same way. Honestly, I didn’t know that and it’s utterly heartbreaking. It’s sad and insensitive. My husband explained to me that it’s much easier for people to joke about these things than to actually press into the uncomfortable conversations about racial injustice. It’s hard to admit that racial problems still exist in America. Choosing to ignore these problems is a sign of “white privilege”. As a black woman, with a black husband and black children, I cannot ignore it. Believe me, I’ve tried.
Libby, I encourage you to continue asking questions. It isn’t a burden for me to talk about these issues. It’s actually very liberating! Most African-Americans that I’ve interacted with have no problem talking about race or racism,(We talk about it frequently amongst one another) and we welcome open, respectful dialogue. Especially if a person comes to them in humility, willing to listen and not judge. I would start by saying, “I’ve been hearing alot lately about systemic racism. I don’t understand it and I’d really like to learn more. Can you share your experience/thoughts? If this is something you don’t want to discuss, I completely respect that.”
What can you do? Well, you’re doing it. Admit your lack of understanding. Then listen, ask questions, and as I wrote in the article, actively seek out other perspectives. Challenge family members and friends who don’t “get” it, and enlighten them as you learn more. This can be a beautiful voyage of discovery. Yes, you will discover heartbreaking truths, but your world will also open up in ways you never realized.
Lastly, and most importantly, pray. Pray for healing, and forgiveness to take place. Pray that there would be an uncommon racial unity among God’s people. Pray that we learn to love and appreciate each other’s differences. Pray that fear is completely destroyed by the perfect love of Jesus through His people. Pray that God’s perfect justice reigns supreme on earth as it reigns supreme in heaven.
Libby Jane says
Sorry for being so long! One more thing, though; I noticed Ben Carson’s book on your list. My dad is completely enamoured of him and his book, and is now into Trump because of Carson’s endorsement.
! ?
I totally respect if you don’t want to comment, but would love to know if you have any insight there.
Alecia Baptiste says
I LOVE Ben Carson! I’ve read several of his books, and my children and I went to hear him speak in 2015. I’ll admit that I haven’t read his most recent book. I’ll also admit that I was very disappointed with his endorsement of Trump. I don’t know how he was able to do that. I don’t agree with everything Mr. Carson says, but I think he’s a great person anyway! 🙂
Sheila Pogson says
Hi Alecia,
I just read “part I” , thanks for directing me to this writing. Wow! reading your story makes me feel proud I finally opened the conversation with you. I have been wanting to for a while.
I would add a couple books to your list…
– Bud not Buddy has been a long time favorite of mine.
– The Help. Although I must admit I had been wanting to read it for a while, but I don’t get through books that quickly, so I was thrilled when the movie came out.
Thank you for the blessing that you and your family are to so many people.
Alecia Baptiste says
Sheila, thanks for caring enough to ask me about my experience, and thanks for the additional recommendations! <3