I can't imagine what it is like to be a white man today in America. As a black man who was raised in a white family and lived most of my life with white friends, I feel I may be the only one who can say this in a time of racial division without getting death threats or called racist or to be completely discredited and ignored by the torment of righteous anger that crackles and burns in streets the world over.
I want to talk to you about what it is maybe like to be a white person in America in a time of intense racial division. And I want to speak to you in a way that we only speak among close friends and family.
Black and Brown people are not the only ones suffering because of racial division. White people are too. They are scared shitless. They feel as if they are walking on eggshells.
Yet, if honest discussion about race is met with derision, humiliation, and scorn-than how can it cultivate love and understanding?
Let me ask you this, what is it like to be told that your business should burn because of the sins of your ancestors? How would you feel if I told you that because people with your skin color enslaved and were racist against people of color-that it means that everything you worked for your whole life wasn't fairly earned?
How would you feel to be told that you have to take ownership over the sins of your race and the status it gives you, and on top of that, you have to be the one to solve a problem you don't even understand?
Scripture says, "The soul that sinneth, it shall die. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father, neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son: the righteousness of the righteous shall be upon him, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon him." (Ezekiel 18:20)
There is no hate in the heart of many of my white friends. There is fear. Uncertainty. Confusion. Not hate. We must guide them through this journey, not persecute them.