title of this blog are words I thought I would never say. If you know anything
about me and my political and social views, you know that I think the man is an
racist views, his total lack of respect for other people (even his own family),
and so many other hurtful and uncivilized actions have caused many Americans to
avoid calling him “my President.” And yet …
very actions, as well as ones not mentioned that you might be thinking about
right now, and his lack of action in other areas have created conversations in
our country that have never occurred to the extent we have them today. Sure, in
the past we had some of these conversations, which included racism, but it is
are the conversations different now? I can speak only for myself in this
regard, not others, but the difference in my own life is the basis for this
the past my view of a racist was one of two stereotypes. The first was that of
an older white person, traditionally from the southern part of the United
States. This person claimed to be a Christian, yet openly exhibited rabid
hatred for anyone with dark skin, or at the very least saw themselves superior
to those people. Half a century ago that would have meant black people, African
Americans. In more recent years, however, it has included Mexcians (though
anyone Latin American would do); and, after the 9/11 attacks, Muslims.
second stereotype about racism entered my life when, as a single, gay, white
male, I purchased a home in a black neighborhood adjacent to Atlanta, Georgia.
Here I experienced what the uneducated refer to as “reverse prejudice.” Because
I was white, I was vilified by the majority of my neighbors (with the exception
of those on either side of my home) as being the beginning of a wave of whites
that would gentrify the neighborhood.
me to digress for a moment to explain my views on “reverse prejudice.” My view
is this: There is no such thing.
prejudice is still prejudice. The same is true for racism; it is not just for
white folks. Reverse prejudice is a term that provides whites a convenient way
to complain they have been discriminated against for the color of their skin.
has the implication that the white American now fully understands the plight of
the black American because they did not get what they wanted or was denied
something they feel they had the right to have or do. It is an “oh poor me,”
pity pot phrase that I have eradicated from my speech. I believe it is a slap
in the face to black people and what they have had to endure in this country.
in the past these two stereotypes of a racist sufficed for me, I now know there
is a third. The third stereotype is neither fictitious nor generalized. It is a
racist that lives, breathes, and exists in the divided society in which we find
racist is me.
few years back I wrote a piece entitled, “I’m a Racist.” I published it on a
ministers’ listserv and it was not received well by some whites in that group.
In it I described why I felt compelled to say that, but the prevailing attitude
was one of outrage that I would describe myself as something to be abhorred. I
was chastised for admitting some of my world views had been colored (no pun
intended) by my upbringing and society in general. I was publicly expressing my
shame (even though the majority of it was from internal thinking) and my
understanding that I needed to change.
am not proud of the unconscious bias I have in my thinking which includes
prejudice and racism. To combat that I have studied writings about those issues.
I have taken diversity trainings and learned how to be more inclusive. I have
completed courses in unconscious bias and endeavored to question my beliefs
about people different than me, no matter how long-standing or sacrosanct.
doing all that I am still left with questions. I have achieving over
twenty-five years as a spiritual leader and minister. I have earned a master’s
degree in social work and a doctorate in holistic theology, both which one
might think would give me all the tools necessary to accomplish my goal of
eradicating prejudice, racism, and harmful bias from my life.
I feel as though I have not even scratched the surface. I am aware of the
societal problems we face in these areas. I am aware of where I need work in my
own life. But I feel stuck and impotent at times in my interactions with
I compliment a young woman on the beauty of her hijab, am I being overly appreciative
just to attempt to show her I am not a Muslim-hater? If I call it a hijab will
I be seen as some non Arabic-speaking guy who wants to use an Arabic word to
appear inclusive? Or, if I call it a headscarf will I be corrected?
if I mention a man’s yarmulke (the Yiddish word for the cap observant Jews wear)
will he angrily correct me saying it is his kippah (the Hebrew word for the
same cap)? And, yes, this happened to me.
see such beauty in others as I travel around the country and the world. Two of
the most beautiful women I know, Kecia and Melissa, are women of color. Both of
them have the skin color of milk chocolate porcelain. Kecia has an ethnic
background which includes African American, Chinese, American Indian, and
others. Melissa comes from the Irish on her father’s side and Bahamian from her
meet families of Arab descent exhibiting the same joys and struggles of the
white family from Milwaukee. One such family of seven spoke almost no English, and
had two older women and a teenage boy with Down’s Syndrome in wheelchairs. They
arrived late in JFK attempting to make a connection to Doha in another
terminal. Google Translate was my friend. What was not so friendly was the
Jamaican and Ethiopian workers who pushed the wheelchairs and the Puerto Rican
customer service agent who all refused to assist the family to another
the end I used what my family refers to as my “flight attendant voice” and got
the family the help they needed. That voice is not the tone people normally
hear from me, but it does seem to exact compliance. I highly recommend not to
be at the receiving end of that communication. My family can vouch for that as
I felt sad. Tears are in my eyes now as I remember the cruelty I saw directed
by other employees toward this struggling family. I think of Kecia and Melissa
and can only attempt to imagine some of the struggles they must have had simply
because their skin is not white.
took my graduate studies at Temple University to get me to admit I was
privileged. Growing up in the 1950s and 1960s at poverty level in a trailer
park did not equate in my mind as anywhere near privileged. What I discovered
and ultimately admitted, with no small amount of reluctance on my part I might
add, is that I am indeed privileged. I have white privilege through no
conscious choice of my own. I am male, I am tall, I am not the most gorgeous
guy in the world, but I am not grotesque either, and I have worked myself from
the poverty level to acceptably middle class.
swing open to me that do not open to many other people, in particular, people
of color and women in general. It is not because I am better than anyone else,
but because of my skin color (white people get the benefit of the doubt in
America), my height (tall people are more easily trusted), my looks (people in
our society are more likely to trust someone with reasonably good looks), my
gender, and my bank account (success in our society is also linked to our
possessions and monetary prosperity).
are my insights, and difficult as it is for me to say, I sincerely doubt I
would have had these stark and upsetting realizations about my world and myself
without the current administration and corresponding hatred Americans have expressed
or experienced in the past few years. Perhaps I am seeking to find the good in
a seemingly impossible situation., but there you have it.
the case, all this inner reflection, training, and self-scrutiny has resulted
in me feeling like I am walking on eggshells. I fear I am not giving those most
affected by this atmosphere the respect, the love, the understanding, or
compassion they deserve. I do not want to assume because someone is black that
they have had a harder life than me, though all too often I have found that to
be true. And, this same conversation goes beyond racism.
do not want to be condescending to those who are not fluent in English – though
they might speak three, four, five, or more other languages – and think they
need my help more than someone else.
do not want to dishonor someone who is sight or hearing impaired, uses a
wheelchair, or is differently abled than me by assuming they need to be treated
any differently than the person who sees, hears, and moves about without those
want to embrace the diversity around me. I want to honor all people. I want to
learn from other cultures and societies how their ways of doing things can
change my life and my way of thinking, for the better; and, how that change can
enhance my ability to help others do the same.
I want your help.
blog is not a complete idea. It does not have an introduction, body, and
conclusion. It does not pose a problem, then suggest a final solution, and finally,
wrap it all up in shiny paper with a red bow. No. It is quite unwrapped and
is my hope that this blog begins yet another needed conversation. It is my
intention to have you respond below, to perhaps disagree with me and tell me
why, or to share your own struggles in dealing with so many and sometimes
conflicting world views. And, somewhat selfishly on part, to teach me to be a
better person, a better man, a better husband, a better friend, a better
teacher and educator, a better human.
know I am not everyone’s cup o’ tea. I get that. I am not trying, nor will I
try, to be everything to everyone. I am perfectly comfortable being the thorn
in someone’s side or even being despised as I was on the ministers’ listserv by
a small number of people who apparently felt personally threatened by my
disclosures. I believe ministers are supposed to be as adept at comforting the
afflicted as they are in afflicting the comfortable in an effort to assist us
all to be better people.
I do want to do is serve. I want to support. I want to open the dialogs we need
to have that will change our thinking from anger, fear, confusion, and
hopelessness to communication, cooperation, understanding, and acceptance with
love, even if we do not agree.
need to stop hurting. We need to stop worrying that it is too late to save our species
from extinction due to global warming. We need to be more loving without
appearing condescending or patronizing.
comment in the section below if you are so moved. Let us open up a discussion,
a conversation, a healing for our souls as we let those different than us know
how we want to be treated, and what we want others to understand. Let us heal.
Let us love. Let us understand on a deeper level how we are all one and that,
in spite of, or because of, our differences, we are together in this thing