Beyonce has given us a powerfully defiant anthem that challenges us to rethink who is respectable, dignified, worthy. All of this while giving us a battle cry for all black women to dream, work and own it, to get in formation with one another, to never forget the child-like joy of running in circles in with your friends.
It seems easy to say I’m, “mixed race.” But I’ve always been extremely hesitant to claim this identity. Racism is such an acidic, destructive poison, that it felt wrong to claim a role that comes with vitriol I never felt. I didn’t want to be like those white people who claim to be 1/16 Cherokee, as if to say, “I can’t be racist, I’m not even white!”
One of the fallacies of arrogant leadership, in this particular case, is that denial is preferable to perceived imperfection. I can’t help but wonder what I would do if I was given a similar fate. Aboard a sinking ship and all those from the lower classes are locked out of any chance for survival because as news of the ship’s demise is realized, there is also the news that there aren’t enough life-boats for everyone on board and the rich go first.
Pairing wine is a tricky business at the best of times. But when it comes to representing the blood of Christ the casual disregard among church leadership for any of the major schools of thought is shocking!
I wrote the following equation on a white board: Happy + Nice = Church I then sat down and waited for their response. Dumbfounded, they all stared at the equation for a relatively long time, and then someone said, “Shouldn’t God be somewhere in the equation?”
Marvel is using spiritual language to scratch a spiritual itch. Now don’t get me wrong, I love superheroes. I grew up watching Marvel cartoons and playing with action figures. I still read comics. But superheroes can’t replace biblical heroes. The superheroes Marvel gives us are just too American.