At some point in my life, I drank the Kool Aide, and grew up with the belief that “there must be something wrong with black people.” When I see a black person, or a large group of black people, something in my soul whispers things about them simply because of the color of their skin.
I’ve also bought in to the popular belief that our system is on your side, and that if things aren’t working out for your people, it’s because you just can’t get your act together.
My camp has tried to call it different names – “implicit bias,” “prejudice,” etc. Best to call it what it is.
Racism.
I’m sure you’ve noticed, and been victim of it on multiple occasions.
I’ve repented before God and now I’m taking my repentance to you. I ask for your forgiveness, and I pledge to continue my journey of personal emancipation from this unholy spirit.
There’s some freedom that’s come out of this – and it’s changing my life. I realize that you and I are the same – It’s like breathing fresh air. I’m also free to reconsider typically white narratives about you so that I might have my reality reoriented to something closer to the truth.
I’ve done my homework, and it’s left me angry. Our system is skewed against you. It isn’t fair. Some of you will rise above it, and my people – white evangelicals especially – will cry out with righteous indignation, “see – the problem is with blacks, not with the system.” Continue reading An Open Letter to My Black Friends About My Own Racism