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Friday, March 26, 2021

Centering the Dialogue: reflections on gender, race and religion

 


On March 18, I issued an appeal to white evangelical men in light of the mass murder that took place in Atlanta on March 16. A friend asked why I directed my thoughts to such a specific audience, calling attention to the question of racism and the shooter’s denominational background. I replied that I would have to get back to him and I am finally getting around to it. Since our conversation has been shared publicly, I wanted to share my thoughts with you all here. I pray it is helpful.

With love,

Troy

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My friend,

Thank you, once again, for sharing your thoughts on my appeal to white evangelical men.

You wondered—with good reason, I feel—to what extent it is helpful to view this incident through the experience of being 1) white, 2) male, and 3) evangelical. Since the perpetrator confessed to being a sex addict who wanted to eliminate temptation, isn’t it far-fetched to assess this incident on the grounds of gender, race, and denominational affiliation? Implicit in this is the question: “Why address only ‘white evangelical men’? After all, lust cuts across all genders, races and denominations.”

I do think you are correct that “white evangelical men” are not the only people who struggle with lust. I do wonder, however, whether the perpetrator’s lust may also be viewed in the light of racism, misogyny and his denominational background. Thus, I would like to share with you why I addressed “white evangelical men” in this instance.

Since we are sharing this conversation publicly, I will clarify something for other readers which you already know about me: I myself am a white man and I am familiar with the evangelical sub-culture as an insider. Consequently, I am myself included in whatever critique I offer. I also want to say that I am by no means an expert on this topic, but I do at least want to share from where I am in my own learning journey thus far.


Centering the conversation

To begin, I want to pause and establish a center. I want to do this because it’s critical when discussing race and gender relations to establish whose experience is being “centered” in the conversation.

I’ll give an example of this: when a woman is raped by a man, it is common for the man to center the incident on his own experience. Typically, he does this as he offers the excuse that the woman tempted him, and it seemed to him that “she wanted it.” If we center the incident on the woman’s experience, however, we get a very different picture. It is the truth, in fact: she was attacked and coerced.

The reason so many men get away with rape is not only because there may be a lack of compelling evidence against them but mainly because so many people are prone to doubt the woman’s account. It is really a failure to “center” the incident upon whom it should be centered: the woman. It is a failure to see what happened from her perspective and to believe her.  

In the case of the Atlanta shooting, the question is: whose experience should we look to as our center? Is it the perpetrator (who happens to be a white man) or is it the experience of the Asian American community, and especially the voices of the victims?

My answer to this may sound shocking to some because, precisely speaking, neither group is at the center of this question for me. As a Christian, I want the heart of Christ to be my center.

And right in the center of the heart of Christ are the suffering ones, the ones who have been crying out for deliverance from oppression. He hears the voices of the marginalized and his life showed us that he was partial to the oppressed because they were “harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.” He is the one who teaches us how to listen to them and heed their cries, to be compassionate and to identify with their suffering.

And, so…as I try to attune my heart to the heart of Christ for the suffering ones, I first need to listen to what he wants to say to me through the voices of those who are suffering.


A long history of race-specific abuse

When I listen to those voices of suffering, I hear them crying out against a long history of race-based oppression…by people just like me. I hear how they have been treated by white people all throughout our country’s history. And, in every instance, I hear their outcry as (time and time again) their mistreatment is explained away by white people in terms that enable them to deny their deeply entrenched racism.

One example of this is when Asian Americans were sent to internment camps in the United States and white people described the imprisonment as a way to PROTECT Asian Americans from harm. This little twist of logic was sick in that it was perpetrated under the guise of helping a vulnerable community while (in reality) Asian Americans were being robbed of their own livelihood and treated as the property of white people, controlled and subjugated. This logic was, in fact, used as a cover-up for the sinful spirit of white supremacy, plain and simple.

Lest we label this atrocity as “ancient history” and something we can now leave behind as “a thing of the past,” I like to keep in mind that just a few years ago I was able to sit across the table from someone who had lived in one of those internment camps. Far from ancient history, this is still living history in a very real sense. It is nothing short of a miracle that the woman seated across from me was able to tell her story to someone like me who looked a lot like those who imprisoned her—another white man. It is a testament to her perseverance and grace alone that she could do such a thing in a spirit of equanimity.

Meanwhile, during this same period (and even prior to it) American men overseas had been stoking the flames of the sex trafficking industry in Asia due to our country’s military presence there. In an essay for the Washington and Lee Journal of Civil Rights and Social Justice, Sunny Woan speaks to how these historic evils play out in real situations today, as in the case of the incident in Atlanta this week. Specifically, the essay describes how Asian women have been (and continue to be) sexualized by white men in America. Woan explains:

“White men's fascination with Asian women in pornography stems from early nineteenth century Western imperialism. To colonize the Asian nations, countries such as the United States flooded Asia with military forces. As an inevitable result of military presence, prostitution centers consisting of local civilian women sprung up to cater to the White servicemen. With these sexual experiences as their main, if not only, encounters with Asian women, White servicemen returned home with the generalization that Asian women are hypersexualized and always willing to comply with White man's prurient demands. This germinated even more interest in Asian women as sexual objects. To sustain this increased interest, the Asian sex tour industry developed. Asian sex tourism further perpetuates the stereotype of Asian women as hypersexualized and always willing. If Asian women are perceived as hyper-sexual, it understandably follows that sexually explicit materials, pornography for example, would include a preponderance of Asian women.” (293)

And, this is, indeed, the case. In her essay, Woan cites a study conducted in 2002 in which it was shown that, of thirty-one pornographic websites that depicted the rape or torture of women, “more than half showed Asian women as the rape victim…” (292)

Based on the research of the noted social activist Helen Zia, Woan asserts that there is, indeed, “a direct connection between racial-sexual stereotyped pornography and actual violence against Asian women.” (292-293)

In this light, it is easy to see the race-based connection to the recent incident in Atlanta. It is all-too common in the United States for white men to view Asian women as sexual objects subject to their control. In this instance, the control exerted by yet another white man extended even to the point of life-and-death. Certainly, this is a scenario that is tragically familiar to the Asian American community (from one generation to the next) here in the United States. The outcry which I have heard from my Asian-American friends tells me that this story of oppression is long-standing. Enough is enough!

It is important to notice here that even the pornography industry is not an equal opportunity business. It targets specific populations in specific ways to keep them under the thumb of oppression. In this instance, white men are particularly prone to feed on the stereotype of the sexualized Asian American woman through their consumption of pornographic material that is inherently racialized. This is why I invited white men in particular to reflect on how race and gender played a role in the incident.

Of course, it could also be noted that lust, generally speaking, is a form of spiritual violence to the sacredness of any human being. At its core, lust dehumanizes not only the object of one’s lust but also oneself. In this instance, the perpetrator chose to focus his lust on Asian American women, and then he chose to “eliminate the temptation.” Notice how his words dehumanized them!

The question is: Why did the perpetrator target this particular group? Is it just because of some general form of lust? Was his violence taken out on a group of people at random? Was it like, “Oops! I didn’t even notice all those people I went to kill were Asian! I’m colorblind, after all.”

Even if he was unconscious of this, I suggest he didn’t choose those three massage parlors according to mere random selection. Given the history of racism towards Asian Americans in this country, it is certainly worth talking about the race factor. One thing is certain: if we do not think about or talk about race as a factor, it will just stay buried under the surface, perpetuating the pattern over and over again.


Excuses, excuses…

My invitation to white evangelical men to put some more thought into all this has to do not only with how there might be a link to the shooter himself (which seems apparent, given Woan’s thesis) but also how white men are prone to respond in ways that deflect attention away from questions of race and gender.

It is telling that, whenever violence like this is done to people of color in the United States, so many white people always seem to find a ready supply of reasons to explain the violence in a manner that deflects attention away from the racism inherent in it all. Excuses abound, such as:

  • ·        the victim had a police record; or,
  • ·        they were on drugs; or,
  • ·        they shouldn’t have resisted arrest; or,
  • ·        what were they doing in that place, anyway?; or,
  • ·        it was just an unfortunate accident; or,
  • ·      “they” do this to “themselves” too, you know—it’s not just white people.

The point is: every time abuse like this is explained away in terms like that, the pain cuts deeper—the heart of Christ floods to overflowing with the tears of the wounded. And, yet: the excuses abound.

The sad news is: it is the deflection that “they do it to themselves” which I hear most frequently from evangelical Christians. And it is this excuse that, I do believe, hurts the most. It is particularly hurtful because it is a subtle way in which the oppressor tries to turn the oppressed against themselves. More than just shifting the blame on the victim, they would place the blame on the whole community and tear them apart from the inside. In light of this, I can only imagine that Christ’s heart floods today as in the days of Noah as he joins in the cries of all those who are suffering at the hands of such callous actions and rationalizations.

I take some comfort in the fact that Christ hears these cries, even if we don’t. God forbid, however, that I would use that reality as an excuse to remain ignorant of another’s pain. No, if I am going to draw nearer to the heart of Christ, I cannot relegate the ministry of compassion to Christ alone. His heart must become my heart. I am compelled to listen to their cries.


The policeman’s excuse

In the instance of the Atlanta shooting, the excuse given by a white police officer was that the shooter just had “a really bad day.” He added the words “and this is what he did” to this excuse, presumably to warn others about what can happen if they or someone else they know has “had a bad day.”

It is this same police officer who, just months earlier, had purchased a t-shirt that described the coronavirus as “imported from Chy-Na.” He posted it to his Facebook account to get a few laughs without a single thought as to how hurtful such a sentiment is to his fellow Asian American citizens.

His inability to de-center the “white American” experience when doing something as simple as choosing an article of clothing is plausibly related to his inability to de-center the white man’s experience when being interviewed about the shooting incident. Simply put, he was unable to hear his own words through the ears of the Asian American community. If he had, he would have heard how thin of an excuse he offered to them and how (with his excuse) he had intensified their trauma, revictimizing them.


The perpetrator’s excuse and the sin of white supremacy

This inability to de-center the “white American” perspective could really be called “white supremacy.” It is the view that the primary perspective is the white perspective. It is telling that most white people, when hearing this expression, will cringe and will tend to dismiss that “white supremacy” is even real.

To be forthcoming, I interpret such a denial as evidence that it is, indeed, very real…and very personal. I say this because our inability to do even a little soul-searching can only reinforce our sense of supremacy. If we refuse to look at it and talk about how it manifests itself in our lives, it will continue to rule our hearts.

I bring this up now because it should be noted that all the excuses which merely dismiss the racial realities intrinsic to the incident itself are experienced by communities of color as yet another example of white supremacy. It is the way people like me fail to see how race is entangled in it all.

Simply put, white supremacy puts white people in the driver’s seat. Here in the driver’s seat, we can easily control when, how and by what route we will reach our destination…and we can even define the destination itself, not to mention the starting point of the journey. In this instance, white people have a peculiar ability to use different methods to get to the same destination: a place called “It’s Not Our Fault.”

Thus, the perpetrator himself gave a different excuse than the policeman, but both ended up at the same place, shifting the blame to some other source, while avoiding at all costs the indisputable fact that the locus of hatred was centered on the Asian American community. But anyone who takes even just a little time to listen to the cries from this wounded community cannot deny that they have experienced this as yet another attack on their sacred humanity specifically as Asian Americans at the hands of white people.

God, grant us courage to look deep inside to see our pride and plead mercy in a spirit of brokenness and humility. That is what we need right now instead of just more lame excuses that overlook the heart of it all. Lord, humble us. Attune our hearts to your heart. Attune our hearts to the cries of those we have hurt by our action, by our inaction, by our silence, and by our excuses. Amen.


What of evangelicals?

If we can accept the links in this case to white male dominance in our society, we next need to ask, “What of the evangelical factor? Why, specifically, did I ask white evangelical men to do some soul-searching? Shouldn’t this include white men of other denominations, too?”

I suppose part of the reason I did this is because the perpetrator himself had an evangelical background. Another reason is that I am familiar with the evangelical sub-culture. And over the years I have heard them again and again making the very same excuses I listed above. I cannot tell you how many times I have lamented the fact that the people who are supposed to represent Christ to others resemble Him so poorly.

To this, I often hear Christians reply, “Christians aren’t perfect; just forgiven.” And to this I can only imagine how the passion of Christ quickens as yet another excuse is manufactured in an attempt to let white evangelical men off the hook.

Of course, Christ doesn’t want us to just be forgiven. He wants us to be transformed.

So, in this instance I have to wonder 1) how the perpetrator’s evangelical background may have contributed to the incident, and 2) how facets of our evangelical sub-culture only make matters worse.   

I will leave those questions to another essay, which I hope to share in a few weeks. For now, this provides enough to chew on, I feel.

In any case, thank you for your good questions. I hope this has been helpful so far.

Peace,

Troy

Friday, June 26, 2020

why the Abbot left with the brother


At a certain monastery, a certain brother was found out by the other brothers to have sinned.

They deliberated: “What should we do with this brother who has sinned?”

They determined: “Throw him out. He can no longer dwell with us.”

And, as the offending brother was leaving, the Abbot went with him.

Surprised, the brothers asked the Abbot: “Where are you going?”

The Abbot replied: “I am leaving with my brother—for I, too, am a sinner.”


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We long for justice and, thus, we are quick to condemn. “What they have done is wrong. They must be punished. They must be called out and cast out.”

But we forget that to act justly is to love mercy and to walk humbly. That is what the prophet Micah of antiquity said. That is what the Abbot understood.


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When Jesus called Levi the tax collector to be one of his disciples, he echoed Micah’s words. “I desire mercy, not sacrifice.” The Pharisees condemned Jesus for keeping company with Levi, whom they regarded as the worst traitor—a thief, a despicable criminal and a cruel oppressor.

They questioned Jesus’ response to Levi’s treason. “Why does Jesus eat with such a person? How can he even stand to sit with him? We will have nothing to do with such a person. It’s not right!”

But Jesus chose to befriend sinners like Levi. He knew that, in doing so, he would be counted as one of them. After all, to abide sin was to be a sinner. “Mercy is for the oppressed, not for sinners. Sinners need punishment; that is the only way they will learn to stop oppressing.”


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The Pharisees were not entirely wrong. Wrong does need to be put right. What Jesus showed them was that wrong can be put right by mercy. Punishment can only do so much to change the situation.

But mercy seems risky and foolish. Why show mercy to a sinner?

Perhaps Jesus showed mercy to sinners because he knew like no other how sin itself oppresses both the sinned against and the sinner. Sin enslaves the sinner’s heart before it enslaves others. If the sinner is to be free of sin, they need someone strong enough to free them—and Jesus’ strength was his mercy, the risk of mercy.

And the substance of mercy was presence. Jesus showed mercy by coming close to sinners like Levi, sinners like me. Jesus came so close and spent so much time with sinners he was labeled “the friend of sinners.”

Jesus was humble enough to accept this label, for he was NOT a sinner, to be sure. He gave up his heavenly title to take on an earthly one. Remember: to be a friend of sinners was to be a sinner, to be counted as one of them. If you side with a sinner, you are no better than them, you are just part of the problem. To refuse to do what is right (to withhold punishment from sinners) is just as bad as doing what is wrong (sinning).

But if Jesus shows us anything, he shows us that those who practice humility show mercy, and that mercy makes a way for things to be put right (justice). Jesus, in his humility, came close to someone as despicable as Levi, befriended him. And Jesus, in befriending Levi, showed mercy, saw Levi with enough love to see that Levi the oppressor was himself oppressed by his own sinful heart. And it was by such mercy that Levi’s life was changed, wrong put right. And countless others since then have known first-hand that same life-changing mercy, mine included.

Thus was fulfilled the words of the prophet—that to act justly is to love mercy is to walk humbly.


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For Jesus, the practice of humility involved coming close to those he was not like. For me, it means coming to grips with what I am like. And, humbly, this is what I must confess:

I am a sinner.

That is what the Abbot knew about himself. He knew he was a sinner. And this knowledge was the source of his humility. And this humility was the source of his mercy. Knowing he was a sinner, the Abbot went with the brother as he was being expelled by the others. And, in leaving with the brother, the Abbot showed mercy.

With his example in mind, I must confess: I too often side with the Pharisees and the brothers who are quick to see sin in another but slow to see it in themselves.

Just who do I think I am?


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The spirit of Pharisaism runs rampant today. The Oxford dictionary defines it as “the quality of being self-righteous.”

Our self-righteousness is often manifested in our propensity to call out sin when we see it another but not to call it out when we see it in ourselves. Worse: we do not even see it in ourselves. We are so oriented to spotting it in others that we fail to look in the mirror.

I am mindful just now of how we exhibit such self-righteousness today when it comes to race relations. Too often, we are quick to condemn another as racist while neglecting to confess how we ourselves harbor racism in our own hearts.

But I must confess: I am a racist.

To clarify: this confession rises not out of a desire to be politically correct, to say something as a white man in such a way that others will now think I am virtuous for confessing such a thing.

No: this confession is to really, truly tell you that I am a racist. I gravitate towards circles of comfort with those who are “my own kind”—other white people. I am sometimes suspicious of Black people and other people of color. I have neglected to listen intently and to learn from people of color. I have rolled my eyes when I’ve heard something that many Black people would want to be done to help this world become a more peaceful, equitable place. But: why should I so quickly disparage the wisdom of such a desire? Why am I so reluctant to listen and really try to understand? What twisted sense of security am I protecting and preserving over against the wellbeing of other human beings?

No doubt, some might say that there is nothing in what I have just said that warrants the label of “sin.” But I recognize these dynamics as sin because they reflect an inner disposition that fails to fully honor the image of God in another human being, to love others as I love myself. And, even worse: I recognize these dynamics as sin because they spring from a perverted view of others, a view that distorts the reality of everyone’s beauty and beloved-ness in the sight of God.

This is sin at its root. And, as long as I harbor such dispositions, I am a racist and a sinner.

To that, some might grant me my confession and respond within: “Thank God I’m not like that. There’s no racism in me.”

And, I must confess: I have thought the same thing about myself. “I’m glad I’m not like that person. How can anyone be so hateful and racist?”

And then I take this thought as something which grants me permission to call out others about their racism, without realizing that when I do so I am siding with the Pharisees in my own self-righteous hypocrisy.

This is not to say we should not stand for truth and justice. It is just to say that when we do so we do well to also acknowledge that we are no better than those we are prone to accuse. This is simply an invitation to stand on the ground of humility as we call for justice. And to make our appeals for change out of mercy, knowing that sin enslaves the sinner even as it oppresses the sinned against. We appeal to sinners like ourselves on the basis of mercy through and through—mercy for those we have hurt by our sin, and the chance of a new start for the sinner, the hope of change.

On such a foundation Jesus sought to break the stronghold of self-righteous hypocrisy. Jesus’ strongest words were for those who failed to recognize their own sin while pointing out the sin in others. “Judge not lest you be judged. With the same measure you use, it will be measured to you.” This is why he said that one’s righteousness needed “to surpass the righteousness of the Pharisees.”

Theirs was a self-righteous righteousness. Theirs was, truly, no righteousness at all. Do we recognize in ourselves the same self-righteousness that simply adds sin to sin as insult to injury? I wonder…

The irony is that Jesus took the side of the sinner, though he himself had never sinned—whereas we like to claim we are sinless, though we ourselves have gravely sinned.

It is for sinners like you and me that Jesus, in his humility, extended mercy. It is by such mercy we are changed and set free to work for truth and justice. In this way, and in this way only, may truth and justice endure. May it be so.

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why the Abbot left with the brother
reflections by troy cady