On July 17th
of this year, Eric Garner died
in a neighborhood of Staten Island, New York, after a
police officer put him in what many view as a chokehold for
about 19 seconds. Chokeholds are a violation New York City Police Department (NYPD)
policy. Garner was resisting arrest after police officers accused him of
selling single cigarettes. Officer
Daniel Pantaleo, put his arm around Garner's neck and attempted to pull him
backwards and down onto the ground. This is all seen on a recording that you
have probably seen on TV or Youtube. As four officers restrained Garner, he
repeated "I can't breathe" 11 times while lying facedown on the
sidewalk.
An ambulance was called to the scene. He had a
heart attack in the vehicle and was pronounced dead approximately one hour
later at the hospital. His death was ruled a homicide by the medical examiner’s
office. But on December 3, a Grand Jury decided not to indict officer Pantaleo.
(Source: Wikipedia.)
Demonstrations
have erupted across the country with people wearing shirts that say: “I can’t
breathe,” and with people lying in the streets having “die ins.”
Rev. Jeff Hood, a pastor in
Washington DC had this to say about this incident: "For me, this is a very
religious thing. I don’t believe you can love your neighbor as yourself and
then kill them. … I think people of faith need to demonstrate. We have a fundamental responsibility to be in
the streets, to be creating coalitions, to be building change.
I keep thinking about Eric Garner saying, 'I can’t
breathe.- It made me think -- that’s what Jesus is saying in this culture.
Jesus is fundamentally connected to the marginalized and right now Jesus is
saying, 'I can’t breathe.' I think the church should be saying the same thing
-- that we can’t breathe in this culture and we have to change this culture in
order for us to have breath and exist in this society."
I think Rev. Hood is right – not even Jesus can breathe
under these circumstances. Something has gone terribly wrong in our culture, in
our world. Black parents everywhere will tell you that they have to have “the
talk” with their children, especially their sons. The talk varies but it includes a terrible
question posed by Jonathan Lethem in his book The Fortress of Solitude: "At
what age is a black boy when he learns he's scary?" You see this is what
it means to be a black boy growing up in America. You learn that you are scary
to white people. You learn that you have to behave a certain way around police
officers because you are, quite frankly, not safe around a police officer.
I read
this in an article: when you are the parent of a black son: you have to
“protect your child from a country that is out to get him—a country that kills
someone that looks like him every 28 hours, that is
by a police officer, a country that will likely imprison him by his mid-thirties if he
doesn't get his high school diploma, a country that is more than twice as likely to suspend him from
school than a white classmate.”
Friends,
this is wrong. This is what we call systemic racism. There are systems in place
that cause children of color to grow up being treated differently than white
children. And this is about more than what colleges they will be admitted to
and what jobs they will get. This is a matter of life and death.
You see,
it is privilege, white privilege to walk down the street and not be feared just
because of the color of your skin. If Eric Garner could not breathe, then Jesus
cannot breathe, and the prophet Isaiah cannot breathe and God cannot breathe. If
anyone is oppressed then we are all oppressed by an oppressive system.
Well, in
our scripture for today, (Isaiah 61:1-4, 8-11 from The Message Bible for those following
along from afar) Isaiah comes to a people who are living under oppression, and
Isaiah offers some promises them from God:
God
has sent me to preach good news to the
poor,
heal the heartbroken,
Announce freedom to all captives,
pardon all prisoners.
God has sent me to announce God’s grace—
…. [To give]
Messages of joy instead of news of doom.
heal the heartbroken,
Announce freedom to all captives,
pardon all prisoners.
God has sent me to announce God’s grace—
…. [To give]
Messages of joy instead of news of doom.
This is
what we need today too, isn’t it? We need a Savior. Later, when Jesus comes
along, he reads this scripture in the temple, and he says: “Today this
scripture has been fulfilled.” Jesus claims that he is the one to fulfill
Isaiah’s promise.
You see,
God promises to give us the power to make the world this better place. God
promises that we can heal the heartbroken. We can free those who are captive to
the unjust systems we have created. We can give messages of joy rather than
doom.
But we
are not there yet. We thought when we abolished slavery, and then desegregated
the schools and passed the Voting Rights Act (or what is left of it) that we
had dealt with our racism. But those were only the first steps. Those were the
structural and legal things we could do.
Now as we
see hear the stories and see the racial tensions flare, we know that our work
is not done. I had a conversation yesterday with three black men and one of
their wives: Ollie Townsend who attends The Village regularly with his wife Kim
Crosby. I also met two of Ollie’s friends, Chris and Cory. They talked about
what it is like to be black men living in Toledo, Ohio. These are men who do
not consider themselves to be what they call the stereotypical ghetto black
men. They describe themselves this way: they are just regular guys who got a
good education, go to work from 9 to 5 every day, wear clothes that fit, and
stay out of trouble. We are not the ones
you will see on CNN, because we don’t fit the “type”. But they all have family
members or friends who fit that ghetto stereotype.
In our
conversation we all agreed, ghetto or not, people are people, and everyone
should be treated fairly by everyone, including police officers. Amen?!?!
Kim told
a story of when she and Ollie had just moved to Woodville which is a little
town on the edge of Toledo. They had
lived there a week. She had parked her car in front of a diner and went for a
drive with a friend who was showing her around town. When they returned, she
noticed that there was a police car parked near her car, like they were waiting
for her. She remembered that her license plate had just expired. When she got
into her car, and started driving the police pulled her over. They asked her
about her expired plates but then they did something very unusual. They said,
“Where do you live?” She told them. And “Who do you live with?” “My husband,” she answered. They said, “Yes we
know that house.”
Now how
many times has a police officer, in a routine traffic stop, asked you who you
live with? They were letting her know that they did not like a white women
living with a black man in their town. Kim and Ollie were pulled over 5 times
in less than a year while living in Woodville, for no serious reason at all.
They ended up leaving Woodville because Kim did not feel safe living there.
These
three men all told me they will not drive through Ottawa Hills because they
know it is not safe for them. For the most part, these three said, they have
not had much trouble in life, but at their core they say they live with the
knowledge that there is always a target on a black man’s head. Friends, No one
should have to live like that, no one.
Isaiah
said that one would come who would bring good news to the poor and freedom to
the captives. This one would give space so we can all breathe freely. Lots of
people in our country cannot breathe freely yet. They leave their houses every
morning with a target on their heads and they have to second guess every move
they make so it won’t be misinterpreted. That is no way to live.
So how do
we change the world? We breathe. We breathe in the Spirit of God. We boldly ask
the Spirit of God to live in us and inspire us. So we walk down the street and
look the young black person in the eye and smile. We start up a conversation
with and show an interest– let them know that we are loving people and we are
not afraid. We don’t find you scary and
we are not afraid to call you fellow beloved child of God, friend,
neighbor.
When we
see injustice, evil and oppression in whatever forms they present themselves,
we speak up. Friday as I was leaving Best Buy, the guy at the door was making a
black staff member take off his coat and be searched before he could leave. He
waved me and another white woman shopper off without looking at our packages.
We were enjoying white privilege. I am ashamed that I did not walk up to that
man and challenge him. Why didn’t I ask him, “Why are you searching this man
but not me? Is it because he is black and I am white?” You see the black man
could never ask that question because he would be called and angry black man,
but I can ask the question. This is one simple way to engage in important
conversation about white privilege.
So I have
a challenge for us today. There is an invitation in the program today, to
change the world, by participating in a “Dialogue to Change” group. The groups
are being formed to offer citizens in Toledo an opportunity to have honest
conversations about racism. Groups of 10-12 people meet for two hours each week
for six weeks, ending with an action plan to change race relations in the
Toledo area. There are both afternoon and evening groups. Our own Karen Shepler
is the coordinator of this project and can tell you more about it. I have
signed up and I would love if if 20 people from The Village sign up to do this
in the New Year. This is one important way that we can be part of the change we
want to see in Toledo.
Finally,
I ask you to pray. We can all take a
deep breath and pray. Pray for our city. Pray for Eric Garner and others like
him to follow. Pray for our police
officers. Pray for the promises that
Isaiah makes that are woven into the Advent message. Jesus comes to bring good
news to the poor and freedom to the captive. We are surrounded by poor and
captive people. And until everyone is free, none of us are truly free. Pray
that God might use us, to set all the people free. Amen.
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