Critical Thinking

The Spotlight: How I Came to Grips with My Own Racism…


Hi y’all!  Welcome to another episode of The Spotlight.  I’ve got another interesting post I’d like to spotlight today, and it deals with racism.  I really have to give kudos to this writer because what he wrote was deep, honest and paradigm changing.  It required a rare kind of sincerity and bravery.

He goes by the name Mark Landry and blogs at www.peacehacks.com.  I found him on WordPress one day when I was going through my Reader.  Apparently, I’ve been following him for a while.  He’s got some really got content, so you should check him out to read and follow.  From his bio, I gained that he’s a stay-at-home dad in Denver Colorado, who’s married with three kids and is “working really hard to live a truly un-miserable life“.  Nice one!

So, the post is called: How I Came to Grips with My Own Racism, and How It’s Changed the Way I View Racial Reconciliation in the Church.  Yes, it’s a rather long title.  What I really love about it is how despite his active involvement in the Black Lives Matter movement and having TWO adopted African kids himself, he is still able to acknowledge some deeply entrenched racism in himself.  But so many people, even those who do not defend Black rights, will be quick to say that racism no longer exists…  This post calls for honest introspection, and another look at how racism is propagated, cultivated and addressed in society.

I hope I haven’t said too much.  I really want you to read his post, which says a lot.  Here’s an excerpt:

Our youngest daughter was 8 months old when we adopted her from an orphanage in Ethiopia. She had some difficult trauma to navigate, and it would take time to win the right to be Dad.

One week later, as she lay on her changing table, we locked eyes for a moment. She seemed to be thinking, “Maybe this guy’s legit.”

All I could think was, “This kid’s black.”

I was completely taken by surprise.

I grew up in the metro Dallas area in the 70’s and 80’s. Jim Crow was 10 years out of its misery on my birthday, but Northeast Texas was still a difficult place for people of color. I entered my teens desperately seeking the approval of the cool crowd, which always poked fun at black people. There were never any black kids in our squad, and we seldom talked about them without invoking the n-word.

When I became a Christian, I was introduced to a new crowd, one that didn’t value disparaging others. My outward racism quickly ground to a halt, but the damage had been done…Read more…

Do follow the link to keep on reading and head back over here.  I’d love to talk more about it with you.  It can be very hard to admit, but the truth is we cannot solve anything until we know what the problem is and how deep it is.  If we do not go deep enough, our solutions could be as laughable as throwing paint over a mouldy wall.  Of course, we have to also acknowledge, encourage and celebrate progress, so that we do not get people going back in their shells because they think we are demanding too much.  But equal rights is not too much for a human being to expect or demand.

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