There, I said it.
I am imagining that some of you are wondering why that took so long, and why I have said nothing about George Floyd, particularly after my fairly strong (for me, anyway) reaction to the murder of Ahmaud Arbery. And others are feeling a little freaked out that I’m saying it now.
The reason I’m imagining these two reactions is that I actually did talk about George Floyd publicly, in my sermon on Pentecost Sunday. And afterwards, some people asked me why I spent so much time on that and never highlighted Memorial Day or our fallen war heroes. (There are probably multiple reasons for that second bit, the main one being that I tend not to “preach to” secular holidays. Any of them except for occasionally the 4th of July. But I am fully in support of appropriate recognition of those who have fought to uphold human freedom, for example recognition via projects like Christian Taylor’s The Girl Who Wore Freedom. Check it out.) Then some other people asked why, in that sermon, I didn’t say George Floyd’s name. (There are probably multiple reasons for that, too, the main one being “I don’t know,” but I don’t think I was aware at that time that “say his name” was a thing, and I wasn’t intentionally trying to avoid it.)
I don’t really imagine that I have anything unique to add to the dialogue/debate/argument about whether or not Black Lives Matter. And I’m a little nervous that what I do have to say runs the risk of making this about me rather than the Black lives who matter, but I also wonder if it might not be helpful for…someone? maybe? (it’s not like there’s that huge of a Readership here)…to observe the train of thought of a recovering unintentional-racist. So I will share it with you, in the next post. In the meantime and in short:
For me, the most succinct and accessible memes to explain my visceral understanding that the phrase Black lives matter, matters, are the following:
And this one.
You can read the next post or not. In the meantime, and all the time, Black lives matter.