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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Botham

When a national headline is about someone you knew, something inside of you stirs. And it’s more than pity. Way more than just sadness. It’s like that nagging headache that just won’t go away. It’s an endless loop of questions playing over and over: “Was it an accident?” “How did this happen?” “Did they know each other?” “Was it because he was black or because she was scared?” “Will we ever know the truth?”

And it’s caused enough discomfort that I’ve just finally decided. When blatant injustice occurs, you have two options: do nothing, or act.

But here’s the thing, no matter if the apartment door was ajar or not. No matter if Botham and Amber were connected in any way or not. No matter what was in his apartment once searched. A man was killed unjustly in his home. The same injustice as if someone walked through your door this very instant as you quietly read these words and fired a weapon at you. 

This has to stop. And it starts with me. A young white woman who wants to understand and then change this narrative. It saddens me that the disparity between white people and people of color feels like this endless abyss that is becoming more distrusting, more dark, and more insurmountable. And it keeps happening. Over and over. 

So here I we go. I’m on a quest to better understand what white privilege fully means, where it exists, what it looks like, how it got there, how I live into it, and how I can stop perpetuating it. To lay down my defenses and my desire to push back in frustration. To stop denying it and just hear people out. This isn’t a conservative or liberal or Christian or secular effort. It’s a human one. How do I understand minority groups in a way that values them as people? People who have been through the ringer and are suffering as a result? Am I capable of shedding my worry of how people will perceive me if I express concern over this? Is how I respond to this crucial time in history something that my kids would be proud of? 

So here’s what I’ve started with:
1. An episode of a documentary series on Netflix called Explained. The episode is titled “The Racial Wealth Gap.”  It’s ~16 minutes in length. I don’t know the agenda or the political standing of the creators of the show. That information neither encourages nor discourages me from watching it, because I’m just after more overall information here. 

2. I’ve been reading this book I’m Still Here—Black Dignity in a World Made for Whiteness by Austin Channing Brown. It’s an honest account of her experience growing up as an African American girl in a middle class white environment. It’s about how she discovered her “blackness” and became empowered to exist between white and black circles as an individual. It’s made me laugh, hurt for her, feel defensive, sigh in frustration, and audibly gasp. But how it’s made me feel as a white person isn’t its purpose. The point is that a very brave African American woman is giving people like me access to her story and her experiences. That is a treasure and one that I don’t dare take lightly. Why do I feel the need (or authority) to decide whether it’s legitimate or not? It just is what it is and I’m thankful to her for it because it’s helping me learn.

What about you? How are you responding? Are your efforts defined by your social media statuses....and that’s kind of it? Are you like me and melt into the “non confrontational” zone quietly reading the dialogue between the passionate ones from your phone screen and scrolling on? No matter what your comfort zone is or what kind of responder you are, I challenge you to try two things:

1. Make one goal for yourself in understanding what is happening here. Intentionally interact with someone else’s thoughts and experiences completely foreign to you. A person. A book. A blog. A show/documentary. Ask someone if you can talk openly and ask them questions safely. 

2. While completing #1, decide beforehand whether you can listen without feeling the need to determine the legitimacy of what you’re hearing. Listen to the person, knowing that despite whether it is ultimately true or it isn’t, it is REAL for them. And that is what makes it worth listening to. Their perception is as real to them as my perception is to me. They believe it is true just as much as you might believe that it isn’t. Decide to listen first and remind yourself to back down and just listen when your defenses start to surface. The goal is to hear. Not respond.

For my Christian friends, doing these two things doesn’t make you “more secular.” In fact I’d argue the opposite. But it may very well change your perspective. Which might spread to your inner circles. Which could change your neighborhoods. Which just might save the life of a black man sitting in his apartment. 

I’m committed to being better. What should I read/watch next?


“I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I qmust confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.”- Martin Luther King Jr.’s “Letter From a Birmingham Jail”

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

present

present (n.) - the period of time now occurring. 


The past 6.5 years I've been living in a transitional space. I'm not referring to the everyday "things are always changing" kind of transition. I'm talking transition as in, "Girl, you better plant shallow roots cause this train is leaving in 6 months," kind of transition. Processing through this has left me amazed at just how unstable my last few years have been. Moving to college. Making friends. Leaving friends to study abroad in Zambia. Making new friends abroad. Leaving Zambia and the precious relationships formed there. Transitioning back to the States. Losing loved ones and friends. Changing my major. Graduating college. Saying goodbye to friends-turned-family. Moving cities. Getting married. Beginning grad school. Moving into a new apartment. Meeting more new friends. Finishing grad school. Moving out of that apartment. Saying goodbye to those new friends. Moving into a house. Working 6 months. Looking to move to a new city to start a new thing. Finding that thing. Moving out of that house. Saying goodbye to more friends. Saying goodbye to family. Moving across the country. Starting a new job. Starting a new ministry. And here we are. 2018.

Every single thing has been short term and I have self-soothed by settling snugly into a transitional state of mind. All places, apartments, and friends are temporary. Nothing is reliable. Attachment leads to pain. "See you later" is a less emotional way to say "goodbye."

However, that dismal state of living I called "normal" is no longer the case. In other words, I've reached a point in time in which my "now" is, well, going to be my now for the foreseeable future. There is no big thing on the horizon to plan or prepare for. Day-to-day right now could very well look the same in a year. I haven't been able to say that in 6 and a half years.

Since moving to Seattle I've had boatloads of restlessness and anxiety with no where to put it. I've trained myself to put it into the "next thing" but what do you do when there is no concrete "next thing" on the calendar? Well, apparently you end up putting it into the now (i.e. my life the past 6 months). My current default is an endless loop of making lists and thinking ahead. "What's in our pantry for dinner?" "Is the laundry done?" "Shoot, I just ran out of mascara." "Got to grab some more creamer." "Milton's out of food." "Dan, we need to clean the bathroom before our friends come over tonight!" It's been a hectic pace of incomplete thoughts, wandering eyes, and a restless state of being that is never. ending.

I've seen friends establish a "word" for themselves at the new year. I've never done this before, but I absolutely swoon at the idea. Having something to come back to as a person who floats, wavers, and forgets is so intriguing. The simplicity of one word is beautiful to someone like me.

And in an effort to move (okay okay, force) a hesitant and hanging-on-by-a-thread Holly from a transitional state of being to a more rooted one, I've decided to choose a word: present. I want to silence the head noise and enter into my current reality. Instead of feeling constantly guilty for what I need to be doing, I want to allow myself to feel inexpressible thankfulness for where I am.

So friends, I've decided to stay where I am for a while. Nesting my heart to this new city and looking only at today when I glance at my calendar. Here's to a year of less guilt. Less attachment to my phone. Less multitasking. Less anxiety. Deeper breaths. More eye contact. Internal rhythm. Letting small things catch my eye. Embracing simple. Shedding expectation. Forgiving myself when I'm not present and allowing myself to move gently back to that word Decreasing my reliance on others for affirmation. And planting deep roots. Here's to a year of being present.





Here is one of mine and Daniel's go-tos whenever we are hosting a meal or needing a cozy something for dinner on a rainy day. Almost everyone has asked me for the recipe when we make it for our friends. I love it because it's simple, impressive, and YUMMY.


White Bean Chicken Chili
- 1 lb. boneless skinless chicken breasts (chopped)
- 1 medium onion, chopped
- 1.5 teaspoon garlic powder
- 2 cans (15.5 oz. each) great northern beans, rinsed and drained
- 1 can (14.5 oz.) chicken broth
- 2 cans (4 oz. each) chopped green chiles
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- ½ teaspoon pepper
- ¼ teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 1 cup sour cream
- ½ cup heavy whipping cream

1) In a large saucepan sauté the chicken, onion, and garlic powder in oil until chicken is no longer pink.
2) Add the beans (drained and rinsed), broth, chilis, and seasonings.
3) Bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer uncovered for 30 minutes.
4) Remove from heat and stir in sour cream and whipping cream.