The Pardu

The Pardu
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Sunday, March 25, 2012

The Accidental Devotional Webpage: Nails biases


I am going to link to a piece (with permission) that is circulating rather rapidly around Facebook and possibly other social media. The screed without a doubt will hit my email box after someone introduces the work to worldwide email accounts.

The author tells a heartfelt story about her experience as a teacher working in the black community. Her choice to work in the community is not the central theme of the piece although it provides opportunity for exploration of a topic that we all avoid: fear of the black male.

The author offers no definitive answers to the flaw in American society as there are no easy answers.  Of more importance is the courage and strength to lay one's self out as an example of how we should work to improve ourselves.  

Improving ourselves is critical because if you think hard about it, you are the only person you truly manage. If you cannot manage yourself, you darn well cannot successfully navigate the intricacies of life. 

Often I speak about 'white privilege'.  It is not a phrase people like to see, nor it is a phrase I prefer to commit to written or spoken form. Yet, it  is as real as your being born and my being born. Conferred rights are given to some in the nation, while others never can even hope to enjoy those same rights. Our media is often consumed with stories of how a black male was either beaten or killed, often by police officers, as he reached for his wallet. Think for a quick moment about people who refuse to accept Barack Obama is the (legal) President of the United States of America. They use his ethnicity to question his right to hold the office: birtherism.  

Eric Holder, US Attorney General, was completely accurate in his assessment that ours is a nation that avoids discussion of race because we are too cowardly to face reality.  

The following article is a quick read. You should also consider perusing a few comments associated with article. 

Accidental Devotional
Trayvon Martin and Identifying My Own Racist Thoughts.

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In my first weeks of my first year of teaching, when I was still adjusting to being the only white lady in the room, I asked the kids to get out a pencil. A boy in front, so dark that the students around him referred to him as “Black” as though it were his name, with thin, chin length locks bouncing around his head, stooped down to his backpack. 

In that split second my heart began to race and my palms began to sweat, as though someone were coming after me or my not yet born baby girls. “He has a gun” I thought. “He is reaching for his gun.” I calculated how many steps it would take to get to the emergency button…too many. “What are you doing?” I snapped, saying his name sharp and loud like the gunshot I feared.

“I thought you told us to take out a pencil,” he replied showing me his brand new mechanical pencil in his favorite color. 
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The real tragedy! Why does it take the murder of a complete innocent for people to do the right thing regarding trying to better understand others?

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