This is not my usual writing, it’s not really historical or comprehensive. It’s just some thoughts about microaggressions, white supremacy, stereotypes and Jesus.
Earlier, I was reminiscing about my high school days and the groups I was in. I attribute much of my advocacy to the things I experienced during that time— microaggressions and stereotypes aplenty. Most of the circles I was in were “Christian” and predominantly white. You could smell the assimilation and Karenism in the air.
So I started thinking, what if Jesus had been in my place?
What would these Christians have said or done?
After a beach trip or extended time in the sun, many people would probably walk up to Jesus after getting a tan and say something along the lines of, “Look!!! I’m almost as dark as You!!!”
(I’ve had this said to me before as have a lot of Brown folks.)
That is, if they’re not wondering if he’s legally in this country or calling Him a terrorist*
*Think Barack Obama and most of our Muslim/Middle Eastern population and how people have treated them. (Especially after 9/11).
I imagine some companies, Christian-based organizations and even churches would put Jesus on their “diversity” team because they’re committed to “racial reconciliation” and “meaningful representation”. *rolls eyes*
Think about how you treat Black folks and minorities and imagine Jesus in that place. Not satisfied? Then change. And don’t stop. Be unrelenting.
Imagine telling Jesus everything you tell to us on a daily basis. Imagine trying to control or tone police the King of Kings.
“Jesus, I like You and everything and You have a good message, but I can’t even hear it by the way you come across. The way you say things…”
Imagine looking in His eyes as He dies for you to have eternal life saying #AllLivesMatter.
“Well, Jesus, a LOT of people have been crucified. A LOT of people have been hung on a cross. A LOT of people suffer. Every life matters.”
You don’t think He knows that every life matters?
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life…”
Mm. No better than the Romans who spit on Him, cast lots, and pierced His sides. The Romans killed a Brown man from the bad part of town even though He was innocent. Holy, divine blood was on their hands and on the hands of Pontius Pilate whose indifference was just as cruel— his lack of action was violence.
“As often as Christians recite the Nicene creed and declare that Jesus Christ was “crucified under Pontius Pilate” we are acknowledging the danger, cowardice, and evil of making room for injustice and making peace with injustice because of a desire to “satisfy the crowd”. We may try, like Pontius Pilate, the wash our hands of guilt for passive indifference to justice for our neighbors but we will be just as culpable. In addition, remember that Pontius Pilate was trying not to “take sides” in the matter. He was scrambling for a sort of middle way to keep everybody happy. And he ended up crucifying the son of God. There isn’t always a righteous middle place, especially when it comes to justice.” -Russ Whitfield
“So when Pilate saw that he was gaining nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.” And all the people answered, “His blood be on us and on our children!” Then he released for them Barabbas, and having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified.” Matthew 27:24-26
Oh, when “good people” do nothing the innocent are crucified. I am so thankful death doesn’t have the last say. But the indifferent will have their day.
“We wash our hands with the indifference of Pontius Pilate.” – Kevan Penvose.
Jesus wants you free from the golden calf of racism, the idol god of white supremacy, the blindingly evil demonic oppression of being the oppressor. God doesn’t want us to turn blind eyes, condemn unbelievers and those we deem undesirable. Neither does God want us to walk on the other side of the road to avoid those who are hurting.
Recently, I’ve been called a n*gger and lazy piece of s*it— and I have not shed a single tear or uttered a curse on them. I pray their souls find peace. It must be so tiring and burdensome to carry that much hate. But know this, dear Christian— God is not blind or deaf. God is not mocked for whatever a man sows that will He also reap. I will pray for your soul but I have also read Exodus. We are leaving with our fists raised in defiance. (Exodus 14:8)
I’m not trying to convince you of my humanity, I’m showing you what yours should look like.
You can’t serve God and keep the mentality that desired to melt gold into the likeness of creation. You can’t serve God and white Jesus and what he represents.
You can’t serve God and white supremacy.
“Are we just delusional dudes who refuse
To believe in the truth, are we fools?
Is all this the white man religion?
European invention to drive the weak to submission
How can an African like me get the vision
When these preachers owned slaves
But taught that freedom was Christian?
Christ of the culture, Christ to the vultures
Committed genocide with a cross and a holster
Christ of America, Christ of the system
That is not my Savior, that’s a politician
Yes, He did arrive, yes, He was alive
Brown Middle Eastern, definitely wasn’t white
No, He never married, He never had any wives
But committed His life to a interracial bride
Yes, He did rise days after He died
God of the oppressed, even in it, He still thrives
Died as a criminal from the hood part of town
What can I say? Yes, He is God
From the womb to the tomb to the throne
You can go to the moon but you can’t hold to His bones
Nobody owns a saint, portraits are all failing
He made us in his image, Da Vinci returned the favor
But He is still risen, He is still risen, He is still risen
Over the guns and supremacists, over all the division
Over the wicked intentions, the real One is livin’
Christ of the Galilee, Christ of the Nazareth
Christ that will vindicate, He will make it right again
Christ that was worshipped by the ancient of Africans
Many men claimed Him but did He ever claim them?” New Portrait by KB.
Let us commit to the holy work of doing justice and loving our neighbors instead of washing our hands in the basin of indifference towards those who bear God’s image.
Author’s Note: Yeah, I know I need to read “The Cross and the Lynching Tree” by James Cone.