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Race: How do you see it?

17180-The-Eyes-Are-Useless-When-The-Mind-Is-Blind~ An author unknown

Colored people.  Do we really see beige, black, brown, red, yellow,  and white people?  By this, I mean, do you see persons who’s skin is physically colored this way living with you, walking past you, standing in line or behind the counter at the grocery store?

If the answer is no and I assume that it is, then what are we seeing really?  What has race done to our minds in that we are not able to see people as they really are?  And how do we get our sight back, this race-less vision?

How are we able to see it?  How do we really know that it’s there?  What informs our stereotypes if not pride and prejudice?  How else do you see it?

Putting Down the Baton


In recent weeks, I’ve changed the name of the blog from The Daily Race to the Race-less Gospel.  After more than two years of writing on race and its progeny in attempt to place race under the scrutiny of sacred Scripture, I discerned that I’ve finished the race.  In fact, I was finished when I began.  The desire to live without race indicated my destiny.  My decision to no longer carry the baton or to pass it on to my children was indicative of this result.

How can this be possible when persons have been fighting race their entire lives, when oppression still exists, when persons died for the liberties that I now accept as normal, when the baton has been passed to me?  There’s so much at stake.  All of our progress will be lost if we stop running, they say.  Well, I am saying something different.

I’m not running anymore.  I am not running toward race or away from race but race is no longer apart of my journey.  It is not a guide, companion or some distant relative for which I have not spoken to in a long time.  Our relationship has changed as has its existence in my life due greatly to my writing about race.

I’ve been studying this social construct for the better part of fifteen years first to find my place in it.  Then upon realizing that the more I learned about race, the less I sought its company, I wanted to find my place without it.  The restlessness that I have felt within the category from my initial understanding of it suggests to me that I’ve been race-less for a long time.

Despite the claims of its impossibility in America, I’ve put race behind me.  I am post- racial.  Now, this does not suggest that other persons will see me as such but it does say that I no longer view myself from a racial point of view and I am vigilant to ensure that I do not view others in like manner.  I’ve moved from information to revelation, from note- taking to proclamation, purposed to declare the race-less and good news of Jesus Christ.

There is an old song that says, “I wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now.”  I understand the sentiment because there is nothing greater to be given than the awareness of freedom in Christ, that the social snare cannot trap me, that there is a way of escape.

It is for this reason that I can walk and not look back.  My son will not run behind me; he will not follow in my footsteps or follow the path of those of generations past, trying to fit his humanity within a box or protesting for what already belongs to him.

No, he is already far ahead of me, able to run quicker because I have decided to put down the baton.