Conversations about race and ethnicity are really difficult, especially if you care about the people involved. Sometimes I feel like I’m crazy when I try to discuss race as a reality, because it’s so visceral to me, but to others, it’s the “race card,” a complication in the relationship, a red herring, etc. And these conversations can be so painful, even with loved ones, that I (and I believe, they) avoid them.
But avoiding the conversation doesn’t seem to be the solution, especially in places where terms like love, justice, mercy, forgiveness and righteousness are mentioned. When we darken the doors of those places, why is it the most difficult issues, the most intimate pain, the most vulnerable soft spots don’t get mentioned?
I don’t always think of communities of faith being places where we acknowledge the realities of pain, prejudice, abuse, and injustice, but I believe that we need to get better about “going there”. I believe we need to grow in our capacity to bear one another’s burdens, to hear one another out, to feel each other’s pain, to drink one another’s poison and not be hurt.
So it is in the vein, I wanted to share a few clips from the documentary, “The Color of Fear,” directed Lee Mun Wah. I haven’t seen the video in its entirety yet, but my good friend and mentor, Jimmy McGee has spoken very highly of it. As I watched this, it felt “real” to me, as real as the difficult and painful conversations I’ve had.
I have a favor to ask: Once you’ve watched the videos, could you reply in the comments, what do you think of it? When was the last time you’ve had a conversation like that? Thanks in advance.