The United States Is Not A Democracy. Stop Calling It One.

Before you jump in the comments to say that it is, answer this question:

When have African Americans had unfettered access to the vote?

With everything that is going on in Wisconsin, and Michigan. With the voter purges (of mostly Black and Brown people) in Ohio and other places. With North Dakota enacting a voter ID law that makes it plain that it was targeting First Nations. With Florida trying to reverse the vote that re-enfranchises 1.4 million people (most of whom are Black and Brown). Outright election rigging/theft in North Carolina. And let’s not even get started talking about Georgia. After this year’s midterm elections, one thing comes to mind…

The U.S. is not (and never has been) a democracy. It’s time to stop saying that it is one.



Don’t Front…..You Send Your Children To A “Segregation Academy” Too

… just use different words to describe it.

It’s Election Day in Mississippi today. And a lot of people outside of Mississippi are caught up in the news of Cindy Hyde-Smith. First, there’s the video where she talks about sitting front row at a public hanging. Then there’s the tape of her talking about how things would be better if the vote of certain students could be suppressed (for those of you who don’t know which students she was talking about, she was talking about students at Jackson State and Alcorn State–historically Black colleges). Finally came the news that not only had Hyde-Smith attended a segregation academy, but that she sent her daughter to one as well.

It is the reaction to the last one that bothers me. (the reaction to the other two just exasperate me). Why, you ask?

Because most white children go to segregation academies, whether they are formal or informal. Public or private.

New York City has the most segregated schools in the nation. Not Mississippi.

Of the top 10 most segregated school systems in the country, at least 7 of them are in the North.

So, before you decide to form words to condemn Cindy Hyde-Smith and her segregation academy experience, look at the schools YOUR children go to. I can almost guarantee, they aren’t much different.

First Meditation On Forgiveness (Of Our Spiritual Strivings pt.2)

I have been a Universalist all of my life. I was a Universalist before I knew the word “universalism” existed. I think it’s important to point this out because this post is about forgiveness.

I am also a brooder. It’s important to point that out too. So I’ll start with the most recent thing I’ve been brooding over first.

On Tuesday, Megan Kelly asked why a white person going around in blackface was racist. Ah, blackface. Welcome back into the national conversation again, old friend.

Yesterday morning, Kelly apologized for her comments. (no, I did not watch)

Apology not accepted. At least, not by me.

Two weeks ago tomorrow, UUA Board Secretary Christina Rivera and her child were sent a nasty, violent letter while they were here in Boston for meetings. Far as I know, the person who didn’t have enough courage of their convictions to sign their name to their vitriol hasn’t apologized or asked for forgiveness.

And, I hope that Christina and her family don’t forgive this person.

Some things are not forgivable.

Too often, wronged people are pushed to forgive things said or done quickly. Before they’ve even had time to process what has happened. [think about how quick the families of the Charleston 9 were asked if they forgave Dylann Roof] And yet, the person who does the wrong is seldom asked if they have repented. Because pushing for people to forgive regardless of whether or not the person who committed the wrong has repented is the very definition of cheap grace.

And I haven’t even gotten into the power dynamics of forgiveness. That will happen in another post.

Part of the reason I am a Universalist is that I believe in the power of forgiveness. But forgiveness takes time. And it takes repentance. They go hand-in-hand.

There is more I want to say, but it’s scrambled in my head, so I’ll end here for now.


Trauma and Change

Some of you may remember that before Black Panther consumed my life, I was doing research on the concept of continuing trauma.

Science has shown us that trauma changes the genetic makeup of people. Let’s apply this to the UUA and its antecedents.

We have a moderately documented history of causing trauma to those people of color who have the audacity to strive for leadership at any level. This trauma is generational and continuing.

So…if trauma changes the genetic makeup of people, how does trauma change the UUA?

And how does the change differ if the previous traumas go unacknowledged?


Of Our Spiritual Strivings

I’ve been re-reading UUA President Rev. Susan Frederick-Gray’s letter which was published on her Facebook page Saturday night. (Actually I’ve read it a few times, because I read a paragraph and stop then read the next paragraph and stop)  I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation. But it got me thinking about something that happened a couple of weeks ago.

At the end of the first day of the Commission on Institutional Change convening, we were asked to think about what kind of Unitarian Universalism we wanted. I still stand by my original answer (those who were there hopefully remember what I said), but I feel the need to expand it some. And, in order to do that, I need to quote Du Bois.

The first essay in Souls of Black Folk is titled “Of Our Spiritual Strivings” and begins with:

BETWEEN me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless, flutter round it. They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville; or, Do not these Southern outrages make your blood boil? At these I smile, or am interested, or reduce the boiling to a simmer, as the occasion may require. To the real question, How does it feel to be a problem? I answer seldom a word.

So…to expand on my answer at the convening…I want a Unitarian Universalism that doesn’t see people of color as a problem. Because that is what the person who wrote the hate-filled letter sees us as.

What would it mean for Unitarian Universalism for people of color to be able to bring their full selves into this?

What would it mean for Unitarian Universalism to actually lean into a liberatory theology?

Unitarian Universalists have a choice to make. Choose wisely.

The Valley of the Shadow (#ArethaHomegoing Reflection 2)

Some things about Aretha’s homegoing didn’t really hit until the next day. Rev. Jesse Jackson’s words was one of them.

Linda Brown died earlier this year (in March, if I’m remembering correctly). Her name might not be familiar to you, but she (and her family) are important names in American history. Linda Brown is the reason we have the case Brown v. Board. Linda Brown was 75.

Aretha Franklin was 76.

Emmett Till, had he not been murdered, would have been 77.

Jesse Jackson is 76 (his birthday is later this year).

John Lewis is 78.

Maxine Waters just turned 80.

Diane Nash is 80.

Marian Wright Edelman is 79.

Andrew Young is 86.

What hit me Saturday morning was that the younger end of the Civil Rights generation is leaving us (Andy Young would more technically be in the middle). And we are still fighting many of the same battles they were. The same is true in Unitarian Universalism.

Psalm 23 talks about walking through the shadow of death. Aretha’s homegoing was a celebration of fearing no evil. Of knowing that Aretha felt she really had a shepherd. Of knowing that Aretha felt she was going to rest in the bosom of G-d.

Yet, it wasn’t just about Aretha. It was about us too. About knowing we belong to somebody. Of know that, even in the midst of the shadow, there is no reason to fear; G-d is with us (whatever one calls that which is beyond us).

So…even though Aretha is gone, she is still with us. Her spirit walks beside us as we continue to walk through the valley of the shadow and fight the fights that need fighting.

Crowns and Church Fans (#ArethaHomegoing Reflection 1)

Multiple streams of the Black church flow through me.

I grew up in the evangelical/conservative wing of the Disciples tradition.

My mother, her sister, and her brother grew up Methodist. And while none of the three of them are Methodists anymore, I still have Methodist relatives in my extended family (mostly on my father’s side).

The bulk of my family, on both sides, are Baptists. National Baptist. Progressive National Baptist. A few American Baptist. All of my preacher relatives are Baptist.

I have Black Catholic relatives.

I have Lutheran relatives.

I probably have some Pentecostal relatives if I sit and really go through the family tree.

So every part of my religious heritage was on display at Aretha Franklin’s homegoing on Friday. The great. The good. The bad.

Which brings me to the title of this post. What was on display, even more than the gospel music, even more than the horrific theology of the eulogy, were the things that cross denominations.

There is a pageantry that comes with the Black church. A pageantry that I miss more and more the longer I am in UU circles. There is a feeling in the Black church that church is different. Not ordinary. That it is a place where we put our best forward and display it.
This pageantry is why so many of us are in LOVE with Queen Mother Cicely Tyson’s hat. Why we’re talking about how great Pastor Shirley Caesar looked in that glittering gown. How clean the men looked in their suits.
Aretha’s homegoing was CHURCH. Church on a grand scale.

And church fans. I don’t know if anybody outside of Black church knows about the meaning of church fans, but they were a staple of my youth. No matter which church I was at, there was always the church fan from one of the local Black funeral homes in the hymnal rack. It did not matter which season it was, there were always church fans. And you could be certain that the Church Mothers would be fanning themselves or using them as extensions of their arms.
Some even had their own fans, like Chaka Khan had on Friday (did you notice she had the words to the song taped to the fan?). Whether paper or fabric, quite often they would match the outfit the person wore that day.

Where’s the pageantry in UUism? Has there ever been pageantry in UUism?

Dying Young

In all of the hubbub of the upcoming release of Omarosa’s book, the news of another Ferguson protestor dying on Friday didn’t make it into the zeitgeist.

His name is Allen Frazier and he leaves behind a wife and 4 children.

Before getting thrown into the Black Panther/Wakanda vortex, I was doing research into continuing trauma. The statistics are real; African Americans have a shorter life expectancy and higher rates of preventable deaths than any other group (along with Indigenous peoples).

In other words…..we die young. Racism kills.

There are theological implications to knowing that an entire system sets about creating conditions which will kill you and those you love. One of these days, I’ll get back to researching that.

But, even more, there’s something going on in St. Louis. The struggle here is killing people at an alarming rate. So, if you know somebody who’s doing the work in StL, check in with them.

And while I have you here, if you would think about chipping in a few dollars so that Allen’s family can bury him and cover a few bills, here’s the GoFundMe that’s been established:

Why I Need Afro-Futurism (An Anniversary Day Thought)

I am not an optimist by nature. Never have been.

This is why I need afro-futurism; to remind myself that there are black people in the future.

I need afro-futurism so I can imagine what Mike Brown would be doing with his life had he not been murdered. He should have turned 22 this year.

I need afro-futurism so I can see how other Black people think about what the world could be like.

I need afro-futurism so I can picture possibilities for this world.

I need afro-futurism so I can remember that there is meaning in the struggle.

I need afro-futurism so I can be me.



Anti-Intellectualism In Unitarian Universalist Life

Some years ago now, I did a mini-rant post on the dearth of Unitarian Universalist scholarly writing on religion available in the marketplace of ideas. I’m here to do it again.

I’m working on a book project and have started the research and reading phase. Now, for some of what I’m interested in, I do not–and did not–expect there to be much written about it from Unitarian Universalists. So on this hand, I am not disappointed. But it is so frustrating to not have Unitarian Universalist scholarly work on scripture (not just the Bible, all of the major religions’ holy works).

Why doesn’t Beacon Press have something akin to the Abingdon New/Old Testament Commentaries? Why aren’t we publishing a Qur’anic commentary series by noted Muslim scholars? Or a series about the Vedas by Hindu scholars? and so on and so on and so on.

Why is it, for all of our supposed intellectualism on a wide range of subjects, most Unitarian Universalist show absolutely no curiosity regarding religion itself?

Part of the reason UU social justice work can be so haphazard is because most UUs don’t understand that the only way to sustain oneself in the work of social justice is to have a firm religious grounding.

I know I just turned off a lot of you by saying that, but truth is truth. I am not saying that one has to be Christian or Jewish or Buddhist or Muslim or Hindu. I am saying that in order to be effective ecumenically and interfaith-ly, one actually has to have a grounding in something. This means moving beyond Building Your Own Theology/Religion 101.

James Luther Adams talked a lot about examining faith. How many UUs, outside of those who go to seminary (ministers, religious educators, pastoral counselors and the like), actually examine their faith? Or even more basically, how many UUs know what their faith is?

oh well.