I’m going to get straight to the point. I am a divorced, 33 year old black Puerto Rican who is 3rd generation Lutheran. I was baptized and confirmed in this church. I worked at camp in this church. I went to seminary in this church. I am a woman in leadership in this church. And I also live with depression and anxiety.
I am a part of a church that raises racist white people who then kill people of color who are educated in our institutions. That may seem like an oversimplification to some, but this truth broke what was left of my heart and I plunged into despair.
There is no clearer image for racism as sin then the gut-wrenching death that was caught on tape. I believe that Eric Garner’s death symbolized the death of God.
As I met with Palestinians and Israelis I heard their clarion call that peace must come to pass because of the lives lost and the perpetual cycle of violence that is destroying future generations.
I recently watched a video from a family member’s birthday party circa 1983. I must have been 2 years old. I want to talk to the little girl I was. I want to tell her and make her believe that she didn’t do anything to make people leave and she couldn’t do anything to make them stay.