Posted on August 19, 2020
This is not a comprehensive or exhaustive list.
For me, this is one of the most important books on race and the church that I have ever read. Tisby provides a searing and critical historical survey of how the (Evangelical) church has perpetuated racism. I appreciated his strong prophetic voice and the clear actionable steps.
Far More Terrible for Women presents 27 firsthand accounts of female ex-slaves. Patrick Minges “combed the WPA interviews of the 1930s for those of women, selecting a range of stories that give a taste of the unique challenges, complexities, and cruelties that were the lot of females under the “peculiar institution.””
Slavery’s Long Shadow: Race and Reconciliation in American Christianity by James L. Gorman
This book is important, powerful, critical, and devastating. “In Slavery’s Long Shadow fourteen historians and other scholars examine how the sobering historical realities of race relations and Christianity have created both unity and division within American churches from the 1790s into the twenty-first century. The book’s three sections offer readers three different entry points into the conversation: major historical periods, case studies, and ways forward. Historians as well as Christians interested in racial reconciliation will find in this book both help for understanding the problem and hope for building a better future.”
Sister’s in the Wilderness: The Challenge of Womanist God Talks by Delores S. Williams
An iconic book which led to womanist theology, Sister’s in the Wilderness is moving, powerful, and also felt (in my limited theological textual knowledge) very academic. I appreciated the thorough and critical theological analysis and the insistence on examining hermeneutics. I also deeply appreciate the insightful analysis of Hagar and the consistent centering of Black women.
The Cross and the Lynching Tree by James H. Cone.
“The cross and the lynching tree are the two most emotionally charged symbols in the history of the African American community. In this powerful new work, theologian James H. Cone explores these symbols and their interconnection in the history and souls of black folk. Both the cross and the lynching tree represent the worst in human beings and at the same time a thirst for life that refuses to let the worst determine our final meaning. While the lynching tree symbolized white power and black death, the cross symbolizes divine power and black life, God overcoming the power of sin and death. For African Americans, the image of Jesus, hung on a tree to die, powerfully grounded their faith that God was with them, even in the suffering of the lynching era.
In a work that spans social history, theology, and cultural studies, Cone explores the message of the spirituals and the power of the blues; the passion and the engaged vision of Martin Luther King, Jr.; he invokes the spirits of Billie Holiday and Langston Hughes, Fannie Lou Hamer and Ida B. Wells, and the witness of black artists, writers, preachers, and fighters for justice. And he remembers the victims, especially the 5,000 who perished during the lynching period. Through their witness he contemplates the greatest challenge of any Christian theology to explain how life can be made meaningful in the face of death and injustice.”
Me & White Supremacy by Layla Saad
“This eye-opening book challenges you to do the essential work of unpacking your biases, and helps white people take action and dismantle the privilege within themselves so that you can stop (often unconsciously) inflicting damage on people of color, and in turn, help other white people do better, too.”
White Rage by Carol Anderson
“As Ferguson, Missouri, erupted in August 2014, and media commentators across the ideological spectrum referred to the angry response of African Americans as ‘black rage’, historian Carol Anderson wrote a remarkable op-ed in the Washington Post showing that this was, instead, ‘white rage at work. With so much attention on the flames,’ she wrote, ‘everyone had ignored the kindling.’…Compelling and dramatic in the unimpeachable history it relates, White Rage will add an important new dimension to the national conversation about race in America.”
All American Boys by Brendan Kiely and Jason Reynolds
“Rashad Butler and Quinn Collins are two young men, one black and one white, whose lives are forever changed by an act of extreme police brutality. Rashad wakes up in a hospital. Quinn saw how he got there. And so did the video camera that taped the cop beating Rashad senseless into the pavement. Thus begins ALL AMERICAN BOYS, written in tandem by two of our great literary talents, Jason Reynolds and Brendan Kiely. The story is told in Rashad and Quinn’s alternating perspectives, as they grapple with the complications that spin out of this violent moment and reverberate in their families, school, and town. Over the course of one week, Rashad tries to find the strength to accept his role as the symbolic figure of the community’s response to police brutality, and Quinn tries to decide where he belongs in a town bitterly divided by racial tension. Ultimately, the two narratives weave back together, in the moment in which the two boys, now changed, can actually see each other—the first step for healing and understanding in a country still deeply sick with racial injustice. Reynolds pens the voice of Rashad, and Kiely has taken the voice of Quinn.”
The 57 Bus by Dashka Slater
Note – while this book isn’t necessarily about anti-Black racism, the hate crime committed speaks to how hate causes harm.
“One teenager in a skirt. One teenager with a lighter. One moment that changes both of their lives forever. If it weren’t for the 57 bus, Sasha and Richard never would have met. Both were high school students from Oakland, California, one of the most diverse cities in the country, but they inhabited different worlds. Sasha, a white teen, lived in the middle-class foothills and attended a small private school. Richard, a black teen, lived in the crime-plagued flatlands and attended a large public one. Each day, their paths overlapped for a mere eight minutes. But one afternoon on the bus ride home from school, a single reckless act left Sasha severely burned, and Richard charged with two hate crimes and facing life imprisonment. The case garnered international attention, thrusting both teenagers into the spotlight.”
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas
“Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed.
Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Protesters are taking to the streets in Khalil’s name. Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr.
But what Starr does—or does not—say could upend her community. It could also endanger her life.”
Posted on March 26, 2019
Reading Time: 9 minutes
|Illustration by Katarzyna Bogdańska|
A few days ago, I stumbled across the book “Pure” by Linda Kay Klein. I couldn’t put it down.
Surely, this book would provide both critical insight and compelling testimony into the insidious innerworkings of peak Evangelical purity culture.
Unfortunately, the 35-page Introduction was the best part of the book.
Purity culture idealizes the Proverbs 31 woman.
Other damnable offenses were being “boy crazy,” engaging with or questioning purity culture or identifying as anything other than cis and straight.
I dedicated and rededicated my life to Christ.
I didn’t party, drink or do drugs and for the most part I got straight A’s.
In many respects, I was a “good girl.”
And, I really tried.
While I never engaged in sexual activity outside of marriage, I was told both explicitly and passively that I was beyond redemption.
After all, sexual harrassment and abuse only happened if the girl was a stumbling block. Maybe you were leading them on? Maybe they thought you wanted it? Maybe you were just mistaken?
My adolescent body was so tempting that it could lead men away from God.
Mortified, I walked back to my room and sobbed.
A few days later, a family member would joke about my clothes. Look what B is wearing…when I get older, my kids will never be allowed to wear that.
My body was bad and dangerous. My body was not even worth being a role model for future nephews and nieces.
I was devastated.
Sexually abused and harassed from a young age, I knew that sexual purity would never include me. Purity Culture didn’t distinguish between consensual od non-consensual sex. Sex was sex. Touch was touch. Virgins were pure. I knew that I would “never make the cut.” That I would forever be deemed unworthy, unloveable and unwanted.
Nobody, not even God, could cleanse me.
The revelation that my body damned me forever as unredeemable was horrifying and deeply painful and abusive.
What use did I have for a God that would damn me because of my body? What use did I have for the Church?
In high school, four classmates that were known to date around were featured on the front of a student led, admittedly “illegal” school newspaper. The headline? “FO-FO-FO’S” for Four-Foot Hoes.
Historically and contemporarily, Brown and Black bodies are overwhelming sexualized, demonized and degrated.
Purity culture capitalizes on this.
My butt, breasts, hips damned me. But, my skin verified me as someone whom couldn’t be credible.
I wrestled with the ideology that I would never be pure. And, it wasn’t lost on me the symbolism of purity culture: white virgin girls.
As a black girl, I would never belong.
Afterall, how could God possibly love me if I was a ‘stumbling block?’
How could God possibly want me if I wasn’t a Proverbs 31 woman?
How could God want me?
I was a black girl. A sexualized girl.
It was all my fault, right?
After all, I was just an Eve that was too tempting.
I didn’t have the language to describe how that incident would go on to shape much of my psyche.
I didn’t have the language because these kinds of things were normal.
You know, the spiritual ‘slut shaming.’ The ‘Christian’ gossip mongering. Like, the super innoent prayer requests like: I just want to lift up my friend in prayer because she is currently having sex, and I just want to pray that she would feel convicted that…
I also believe that women are more than marriage beings designed for sex. That women are more than sexual experience.
What happens when it doesn’t?
How do we reconcile that?
I have girlfriends that have fully faced the sort of insidious, passive, Christian abuse for being sexual beings.
I have experienced that.
How do we reconcile that?
I would like to suggest we start by naming the pain, trauma and spiritual and sexual abuse that were committed in our own Churches, homes and communities.
We must listen to stories of survivors and offer spaces to tell our stories. After all, what we resist, persists.
In the wake of #metoo, Evangelical and many persons abused by the church started a new hashtag: #churchtoo
In the wake of #churchtoo, more and more women spoke out. Men spoke out. Persons identifying within the LGBTQIA community spoke out.
These are the stories that are too often demonized.
These stories are also ubiquitous.
There are many of us hurting. There are many of us in pain.
We must make space to deconstruct.
We must find space to hold space with one another.
Things I know to be true about my experience with purity culture:
1. Purity culture enabled ( and continues to enable) sexual predators
2. Purity culture de-emphasizes truth and centers shame
3. Purity culture often contributes and perpetuates rape culture
4. Purity culture’s core curriculum functions on an ideology which advocates that young females are responsible for others thoughts and how men will treat them.
5. Purity culture reduces women to the state of their marketability vis-à-vis marriage. Ironically, nobody talks about how purity culture reduces “Godly” men to the drive of their penises.
Oof. There is a lot to unpack. Power and privilege. Abuse.
There is a lot to name and deconstruct.
Know if you resonate with this post that you are not alone.
I see you.
Honestly, deconstruction has been a rough, emotional, vulnerable journey. It requires a commitment to stick with the raw, messy, often emotionally exhausting process. It is uncomfortable and often alienating.
But, it is SO worth it.
Beloved One, if you are reading this and this resonates with you, know that your body is valuable, holy and valid. Your experiences matter and your voice is powerful. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You were created in love and your body is a design of love. Beloved one, love your body. Delight in your body. Honor your body. For Your body was declared a good thing.
**Sidenote** There are many people that I respect whom adhere to conservative ideologies and purity culture doctrine. This is not a post to shame them. Instead, I wish to speak my truth and claim newfound liberation.
Posted on March 19, 2019
Reading Time: 6 minutes
Note: A deep hope for me in moving to Arizona was to connect and empower other marginalized groups and to listen deeply.
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