Empathy when our sisters of color cry
Anger when our sisters’ head cover is ripped off
Tears when our lesbian and Tran sisters weep
Mourning the loss of our health care
Afraid sickness and dying
Concerned about our future citizens being torn from our arms and cast into the darkness
One nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for ALL
By oppression and judgment he was taken away. Yet who protested?
Christ dwell with us as we teach and disciple each other with all the wisdom of the psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in our Reformed hearts.
Colossians 3:16
Great Reformer,
Thank you for your WORD, your FAITH and your GRACE.
We pray for continued understanding of WORD alone, FAITH alone and GRACE alone as we embrace and love our Muslim siblings, siblings of color, LGBTQ siblings and other marginalized siblings.
We lift up and pray for our siblings that struggle with embracing your children who may look, pray or love differently. Continue your Reformation in us to end Bullying.
AMEN
#500Reformation
Weep for Tamir Rice.
Weep for Tamir Rice‘s parents.
Weep for Tamir Rice‘s family.
Weep for Tamir Rice‘s friends.
Weep for Tamir Rice‘s community.
Weep for the officer who killed Tamir Rice.
Weep for Tamir Rice‘s America.
#BlackLivesMatter #SayHisName #NoJusticeNoPeace
I am complicit in your death, Tamir, and in the life-negating injustice which followed.
I have never feared for my children’s safety in the presence of police officers.
But police officers gunned you down as you played with a pellet gun in a park.
I have never doubted that, if injured, my children would receive immediate aid from those whose vocation it is to protect them.
Yet you languished and anguished four minutes as your lifeblood drained before anyone came to your aid.
I have been taught in classrooms and by experience that my children would receive justice should they be victims of injustice.
Your family has been denied justice. A grand jury, guided by a prosecutor who acted more like a defense attorney for those who killed you, has decided not to even bring your case to trial.
There will never be a public airing of what occurred, only the behind-closed-doors chicanery of the past months. The public has only heard the selective release of information favorable to the prosecutor’s apparent desired outcome.
And yet we fail to understand why people of color do not trust the “justice” system.
That prosecutor was supposed to be the people’s representative – your advocate – but the combination of the color of your skin and your class and your gender rendered you invisible and of no account.
“Justice delayed is justice denied,” yet your family has waited 11 months for this unconscionable injustice.
I would not have waited patiently; to wait so long for justice for one of my children would have been completely contrary to my expectations.
I would have cried out, gone to the press, called public officials, demanded speedy justice for my child.
I would have been perceived as a grieved and aggrieved parent, righteously angry.
But when your parents cried out, the prosecutor implied they were only looking for a payout. His accusation echoed the repugnant views of my slaveholder forebears, who ripped children from their parents for profit, justifying the separation by denying sub-human slaves could have real parental affection for their offspring.
In the same way we have dehumanized you, the latest in a line of males of color lying in their own blood, denied the justice for which that blood cries out. Those who died before you were described in animalistic terms, their rage beyond the bounds of white reason.
Although the authorities have no problem apprehending white mass murderers alive, lethal force was required to bring you down, a 12-year old with a pellet gun. You were described as “big for your age” so of course you must be gunned down; a large black male is most certainly a danger to orderly white society.
Tamir, we are scared. We are scared because we see our white domination of the system slipping away. We are terrified to hear that in the foreseeable future we white folks will not be the majority in “our” country. Our power and our place are threatened, and even though statistics tell us we are safer from violence than we ever have been, the fact that we will soon be outnumbered by the “other” causes us to tremble.
We will use our power structures to keep those “others” in their place as long as we can, desperately clinging to a white world that is no more.
We will continue our destructive, quixotic quest to “take our country back” from those “others” we perceive as threats.
Although I vehemently disagree with this course, I am convicted by the very fact of my ethnicity and my gender and my socio-economic status. I have benefited from this system. I am assured there is justice for me and for my children.
As long as justice is denied to you, Tamir, I am convicted and I am complicit. As my Savior commands, I put myself in your place and in the place of your parents. And I rage. And I lament.
But neither my compassion nor my confession will restore you or your family to wholeness.
Although this system bestows upon me place and power, I am ultimately powerless. For that system to which I am bound has failed you, and your family, and ultimately, all of us.
Source: Tamir: A Confession
Sisters of Christ 