I spend a whole lot of time talking about blackness. I talk about my blackness, my friends’ blackness, my family’s blackness, blackness in America, blackness as it relates to White America, blackness (or the lack thereof) in spiritual spaces—the list could go on for miles. Along with all this talk about blackness also comes the … Continue reading Forced Assimilation Is White-Washing, and I Won’t Be Complicit
Artwork: “Salvage” by Raychelle Duazo Introduction to the Series “My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.” Jeremiah 2:13 (Italics added.) In Biblical contexts, cisterns were artificial reservoirs for the collection and storage of water. Throughout … Continue reading Queer Asian American Christianity: Refusal, Resistance, and Resurrection (Part 1)
I’ve always known that my gender was different from my assigned sex, and on June 29, 2010, after a period of prayer and discernment with medical staff and those closest to me, I began the process of transitioning from being a female bodied person to being a male bodied person.
Name the White Elephant in the Room I don’t actually sit at my computer scouring the internet for examples of Christian conferences that feature almost all-white speaker line-ups. The examples actually fall into my inbox, and it’s rather tiresome, discouraging, embarrassing, and offensive. These conferences – from progressive to evangelical to conservative spaces – are … Continue reading What to Do When You See Only White Speakers at a Christian Conference
When I was in high school, my white best friend referred to me as Nigger. Sometimes she called me nicknames like Suzie, Suz, “Z,” or my Congolese name, Nginda (she never did quite get the pronunciation right), but every so often, she unabashedly called me Nigger. And I let her. Stories like these are sprinkled … Continue reading I Let Them Call Me Nigger: Unpacking My History of Internalized Racism
A List of Rose-Colored Microaggressions, Said With Love I was seventeen, and a stack of college brochures collected dust atop my bedroom vanity. I sat up against my headboard, eyeing them in the mirror—UCLA, UC Davis, Boston University, NYU. “What if I just applied to an HBCU instead?” I said into the phone. Historically Black … Continue reading Love Letters from My White Boyfriends