Happy anniversary! I celebrated four years of writing about the social construct of race, America’s social parables and the ways in which they influence and inform our Christian faith… yesterday. Obviously, it is a belated celebration but a noteworthy milestone nonetheless. It is a cause for appreciation for and reflection on my writing life as I have noticed many ways in which these words have shaped me and strengthened my hands.
Writing about it as a discipline, talking it as an idol and thinking about race theologically through this blog have been of great benefit to me and have done much to encourage me along the way to raceless-ness. I can look back and say, “I’m not where I use to be.” Yes, race continues to affect and impact us negatively but my footing is different. Its actions don’t move me, don’t unsettle me, don’t cause me to stumble in my conviction to love.
But, race also does not have the hold that it use to in America. Our society is growing less and less tolerant of the presence of racism and its progeny. In a society that seeks to be advanced, race looks backward and behind to us. It questions our sacred image of “progressive.” We may not be where we want to be as a nation but we certainly aren’t where we use to be.
I suspect that race won’t be with us for much longer, that it’s fighting to stay alive. But it’s time has run out. The days of race are short.
Its pulse is weakening and I can feel its life inside of me slipping away. I am certain that if you have followed my writings these past four years and one day that you can feel it to. Yes, there is much work to be done but let’s not talk about it. Let’s do it.
Let’s talk and understand. Let’s accept, forgive and reconcile. Let’s love and love and love. Don’t wait another year; don’t give race another day of your life. Next year around this time, let’s celebrate the anniversary of its death in us. Happy anniversary in advance.