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What I’m Learning about #BlackLivesMatter

It started on my way to the Potluck for Peace hosted by the local YWCA.

Just around the corner from my house, I passed by a black man in a red car who had been pulled over by a police officer and a deputy sheriff. The officers were approaching his car from behind. They appeared to be calm, and I didn’t see any guns. Part of me wanted to turn around and watch from a distance. But I kept going and said a prayer for the man in the car and for the officers. I asked God to keep them all safe.

What struck me in the few seconds as I drove by was the body language of the man sitting in the car. His hands were up on the ceiling, like he was pushing them up as high as he could within the confines of his car. It looked like he was smiling a wide and nervous smile, shaking his head from side to side, and saying something. I imagined that he could be saying: I’m not doing anything wrong. My hands are up, see? I’m not armed. I’m not resisting. God please let them know that.

I remembered the time I was pulled over by the police, many years ago, for going a little too fast. I remembered the sick feeling in my stomach of being in trouble. Then I thought about that feeling being magnified 1000 times. The thought made me shudder.

At the Potluck for Peace, about fifty of us shared a meal. We were a good mix of African American and Caucasian, with one Latina and several police officers.

Our speaker defined racism as prejudice + power.

We’ve all felt prejudice. When you add power, that’s when you get racism that can impede a person’s access to jobs, housing, safety, and justice.

We were invited to write feelings and thoughts about racism on giant sticky notes placed on the walls.

I wish I knew how to tak talk to a racist


Then we were asked to discuss the notes nearest our table in small groups. My group focused on this one:

what are the roots

We talked about how fears and prejudices are passed on through generations, and how we need to start teaching children as early as possible to look beyond those fears and prejudices.

One black man shared about the internalized inferiority he felt as a child when he saw how sales people disregarded his mother in stores. As a child, he received the message that people like him and his family didn’t matter.

Black Lives Matter does not mean white lives don’t matter. All lives matter. But black lives have mattered less (sometimes far less) in our system for a long time.

Black lives matter because all lives matter.

We don’t have to pick a side. Black Lives Matter is part of the larger whole that all lives matter. Shouldn’t we give more caring attention to the parts of the whole that are being harmed more, including, not only black lives, but blue lives, and LGBT lives?  Which reminds me of this video of the BLM/police cookout:

Lately, I’ve heard white people I respect referring to black and brown brothers and sisters. I’m relieved we are finally realizing that talking only in terms of black and white is polarizing.

What if we started to recognize all the colors in between black and white?

Flesh colored crayons

It makes me want to know what people want to be called: black, brown, black and brown, African American….  Maybe I’ll do an informal survey. Feel free to comment!

My friend’s grand daughter recently referred to another little girl as having peach colored skin. Maybe she has the right idea.






Coming Together

After last week’s post about good news deserving equal time, I’ve been searching for good news stories. I found plenty of videos about people saving other people from subway tracks in the nick of time. I guess that’s because they always have those cameras at the subway stops.

I also discovered a brief article about this photo of people surrounding a baby in a stroller in Dallas:

surrounding baby stroller

I looked for the CNN article, but it didn’t turn up in my search.


The best story I’ve found, so far, is about two groups with different agendas managing to come together. As reported in The Dallas Morning News, after hours of marching, the  Black Lives Matter protestors had become smaller in number and “stationed themselves across the street from counter-protesters waving American, Texas flags and a black-and-blue version in honor of police.”

I wouldn’t exactly call them “counter-protesters,” but the potential for tension and conflict was there.

You can read how this situation unfolded here:

This moving video from the story holds the keys to hope. Be sure to watch it all the way through:

The two groups came together at the perfect time in their journeys. The Black Lives Matter protesters had been walking for hours by the time they came to a small group of people standing up for police lives. The people who remained in this time and space were dedicated. They were ready. They realized that they did not have to be on opposite sides of the street.

It’s not a story that is likely to be given a lot of attention, but it’s a story that matters.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.    __ Margaret Mead