Last month, my white friend apologized for a crime she committed eighteen years ago. “Suzie,” she said, using the nickname given to me by my elementary school peers, “I often think about how I used to make a spectacle out of your hair. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how that may … Continue reading Reparations Can Look Like Two Words: “I’m Sorry”
This past Sunday I did something I’ve never intentionally done on a Sunday post-Labor Day: I didn’t watch football. In fact I watched everything but football to resist the temptation of tuning in – Princess and the Frog, Pelham 123, the same 9/11 documentary that runs every year around this time but seems to get … Continue reading I’m Boycotting the NFL for Celebrating Violence & Punishing Non-Violence
While I wish Jesus gave us a quick fix to end empire that transcends time and place,
he didn’t. Instead, he offers us a way to sustain our resistance by calling us too to be salt of the earth.
Dear Brother, You have told me many, many times–and I’m sure you’ll tell me again–that you are not an activist. You wear the shirts I buy you, and you welcome the book recommendations, but you refuse to clothe yourself in the word “activist.” You refuse to burden yourself with this label. I see where you … Continue reading Dear Brother: You Too Are an Activist
Part one of this series (Queer Asian American Christianity: Refusal, Resistance, and Resurrection) can be found here. Artwork: EXPECT RESISTANCE by Raychelle Duazo RESISTANCE When marginalized communities engage in the prophetic and courageous act of truth-telling, we inherently expose, interrupt, and refuse the current order of things. Our testimonies of love, loss, grief, and God … Continue reading Queer Asian American Christianity: Refusal, Resistance, and Resurrection (Part 2)
Not even five minutes upon pulling into the campground, there was a middle-aged white woman yelling at us. We passed by this woman and her group in what seemed like slow motion. She all but banged on our windows as she peered inside, yelling angrily into our vehicle. I couldn’t help but wonder if on … Continue reading Camping While Black: We Out Here