On White Privilege

2 October, 2008 (13:48) | Race | By: Hugh

Note: The following post is NOT a political post. The examples are political, but because they are known to all of us and it is a context we all share. I really have no desire to argue politics with any of you. Vote for whoever you want, just vote.

This is from modern day race-relations prophet Tim Wise:

On White Privilege

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because “every family has challenges,” even as black and Latino families with similar “challenges” are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a “fuckin’ redneck,” like Bristol Palin’s boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you’ll “kick their fuckin’ ass,” and talk about how you like to “shoot shit” for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don’t all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you’re “untested.”?

White privilege is being able to say that you support the words “under God” in the pledge of allegiance because “if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it’s good enough for me,” and not be immediately disqualified from holding office–since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the “under God” part wasn’t added until the 1950s–while if you’re black and believe in reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), you’re a dangerous and mushy liberal who isn’t fit to safeguard American institutions.?

White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.?

White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto is “Alaska first,” and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you’re black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she’s being disrespectful.?

White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do–like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor–and people think you’re being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college and the fact that she lives near Russia, you’re somehow being mean, or even sexist.?

White privilege is being able to convince white women who don’t even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a “second look.”?

White privilege is being able to fire people who didn’t support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.?

White privilege is when you can take nearly twenty-four hours to get to a hospital after beginning to leak amniotic fluid, and still be viewed as a great mom whose commitment to her children is unquestionable, and whose “next door neighbor” qualities make her ready to be VP, while if you’re a black candidate for president and you let your children be interviewed for a few seconds on TV, you’re irresponsibly exploiting them.

White privilege is being able to give a 36-minute speech in which you talk about lipstick and make fun of your opponent, while laying out no substantive policy positions on any issue at all, and still manage to be considered a legitimate candidate, while a black person who gives an hour speech the week before, in which he lays out specific policy proposals on several issues, is still criticized for being too vague about what he would do if elected.

White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God’s punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you’re just a good church-going Christian, but if you’re black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you’re an extremist who probably hates America.?

White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a “trick question,” while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O’Reilly means you’re dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.?

White privilege is being able to go to a prestigious prep school, then to Yale and Harvard Business School (George W. Bush), and still be seen as an “average guy,” while being black, going to a prestigious prep school, then Occidental College, then Columbia, and then Harvard Law, makes you “uppity” and a snob who probably looks down on regular folks.

White privilege is being able to graduate near the bottom of your college class (McCain), or graduate with a C average from Yale (W.), and that’s OK, and you’re still cut out to be president, but if you’re black and you graduate near the top of your class from Harvard Law, you can’t be trusted to make good decisions in office.

White privilege is being able to dump your first wife after she’s disfigured in a car crash so you can take up with a multi-millionaire beauty queen (who you then go on to call the c-word in public) and still be thought of as a man of strong family values, while if you’re black and married for nearly 20 years to the same woman, your family is viewed as un-American and your gestures of affection for each other are called “terrorist fist bumps.”

White privilege is when you can develop a pain-killer addiction, having obtained your drug of choice illegally like Cindy McCain, go on to beat that addiction, and everyone praises you for being so strong, while being a black guy who smoked pot a few times in college and never became an addict means people will wonder if perhaps you still get high, and even ask whether or not you may have sold drugs at some point.

White privilege is being able to sing a song about bombing Iran and still be viewed as a sober and rational statesman, with the maturity to be president, while being black and suggesting that the U.S. should speak with other nations, even when we have disagreements with them, makes you dangerously naive and immature.

White privilege is being able to say that you hate “gooks” and “will always hate them,” and yet, you aren’t a racist because, ya know, you were a POW, so you’re entitled to your hatred, while being black and noting that black anger about racism is understandable, given the history of your country, makes you a dangerous bigot.

White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism and an absent father is apparently among the “lesser adversities” faced by other politicians, as Sarah Palin explained in her convention speech.

And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren’t sure about that whole “change” thing. Ya know, it’s just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…?

White privilege is, in short, the problem.

On Racism

2 October, 2008 (13:36) | Race | By: Hugh

Ouch!

HT: Danny Miller

It Changed Everything

1 October, 2008 (14:32) | Jesus | By: Hugh

Once upon a time (and not all that long ago), I was a member of the religious right. I fought for the election of ‘Christian’ candidates, encouraged others to vote for Christian candidates, followed the (I am ashamed to say this…) voting guidance of James Dobson and his ilk and believed that the single most important issue on the table was overturning Roe v. Wade.

I try really hard not to get political on here, because I know what it is like to have an opinion and force it down everyone’s throat. I have been that guy, and do not want to be that guy ever again, even when I am fighting for the other side.

That being said, my politics began to change a few years ago when I began to follow Jesus (as opposed to merely being ‘Christian’… you know, say a prayer, believe Jesus = God, plan on heaven when I die). I began to want to imitate him, to try to be like him, to really follow him. And, it changed everything.

I have several friends who have reported similar happenings. However, it is never easy. To see a great example of the sort of struggles that such a decision can make in your life, you may want to read this great post by Will Samson, who was an anti-abortion activist, who believes his decision to follow Jesus has led him, for the first time, to vote against the anti-abortion candidate.

When you read it, do not focus on the specific candidate he is supporting. Rather, look at the reasoning he puts into it, the issues he addresses. I could have truthfully written 90% of that post.

Very Rich Fudge Brownie Recipe

26 September, 2008 (20:59) | Uncategorized | By: Hugh

Honestly, these are awesome, very rich, not way too sweet fudge brownies.

  • * 1 cup melted margarine (2 sticks)
    * 2 cups sugar
    * 4 medium eggs
    * 1/2 teaspoon salt
    * 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa
    * 1 teaspoon vanilla
    * 1-1/4 cups flour
  • NB: The lack of baking powder is intentional. You will not need it.

  • Melt your margarine

    Combine the margarine and sugar with a spoon or whisk in a large bowl.

    Add all four eggs; beat everything until it is well blended and, well, slimy.

    Add salt, cocoa, and vanilla.

    Continue to keep stiring.

    Add the flour.

    Keep stirring until mixture is smooth and well blended.

    Grease a 9 by 13-inch pan.

    Bake at 350° for 25 minutes.

    Cool before serving.

    Don’t tell anyone else about them until you have eaten half the pan. (That last part is just how I roll. Your technique may be different.)

  • Just a Heads Up

    24 September, 2008 (21:03) | Writing | By: Hugh

    I recently submitted an article to Jesus Manifesto, a website that exists to “subvert the Empire (wherever it is found). But more importantly, it exists to call people to embrace the Kingdom of God.”. Sounds like my sort of people.

    In any event, they published it. I thought I would share it with you here, before it goes on the portfolio page.

    Trying a New Blogging Strategy

    24 September, 2008 (04:00) | Blogging | By: Hugh

    As I have said before, I have wide and varied interests and hate to be tied down. However, I feel that right now, my conversation is scattered. And that is simply no good.

    So, here is the deal (for now, anyway). This is my hub, if you will, on the Internet. It is where I will post personal bloggings and so on, but it will also serve to link to my other writings elsewhere.

    Here I am free to be political, to be tired, to say ’shit’ (sorry mom).

    It means a lot to me that you guys tune in to listen to me ramble. I appreciate it more than I can say.

    If you want to keep up on my postings on Jesus, theology, Incarnational Ministry and so on, I recommend you go to my other blog and subscribe to the RSS feed.

    Just Another Poor Boy, Off To Fight A Rich Man’s War

    20 September, 2008 (17:13) | me | By: Hugh

    In the movie The Godfather, the opening line belongs to the undertaker Bonserra who is trying to justify why he has allowed injustice to happen. His defense is “I love America”.

    Over the last few years, I have come to appreciate that scene more and more. Like Bonserra, growing up, I put my trust in America. I believed that we were the greatest country on earth, that God had ordained us for greatness because we were a “Christian” nation, that having a president in the white house that opposed abortion was the single most important campaign issue and that our wars were just and, even I am ashamed now to admit it, holy wars.

    However, over the last 5-6 years I have called into question all of those beliefs and outright rejected many of them. Like Bonserra, I too have come to realize my belief in America was misplaced.

    One big change for me was on the topic of war. In my old belief system, any war in which we were involved was, by definition, a good war. About 5 years ago, I heard a song that made me question that for the first time.

    My life has not been the same since…

    True Friends

    8 September, 2008 (15:45) | friends | By: Hugh

    Yesterday was Renee’s birthday and, honestly, it was not going so well. You see, she was in the hospital after a weekend of scary heart issues and she was a bit depressed at the prospect of spending her birthday in the hospital.

    Around noon, some friends of our stopped by and that cheered her up. Then the doctor came by and told her she could go home, and that really cheered her up.

    As we were packing up to leave, some friends called and said they were coming by the hospital, but I told them we were leaving, so they planned to come by my house instead. We are not home long, when they show up, complete with birthday cake and ice cream and presents and birthday cards. Renee was glowing at this point…

    And then, some more friends dropped in to see her (and eat birthday cake and ice cream) and then more friends stopped by and brought more cake and hugs and well wishes. And while all this was happening a friend who had been out of town called to say she was dropping by the hospital on her way home, and we gave her the good news.

    After everyone left, we went out to eat at one of Renee’s favorite restaraunts and then stopped at a coffee shop and reflected over a latte at how awesome our friends are. As we pulled up in my driveway, the friend who had been out of town pulled up behind us and came up and we all sat, and laughed and reflected and laughed some more and played with kittens. When she left, Renee turned to me and gave me a big hug and told me that this had ended up being her best birthday ever.

    The remarkable thing about all of this is that none of it was planned or coordinated. It all just happened out of genuine love and affection for us. That is the value of community.

    To all our friends who emailed, prayed, visited, brought cake, ate cake, called and visited… thank you for making my girl’s birthday special and thank you very much for loving us.

    Freedom!

    7 September, 2008 (18:55) | family | By: Hugh

    Well, they have sprung us from Wake Med. All that is left is signing a bunch of papers and packing up our stuff and we are out of here!

    The final word is simply, we do not know why her heart did what it did. It just did it. This scares me a bit, and that all I got for an answer when I asked “what should we do if this happens again” was to call her regular doctor tomorrow scares me as well. I mean, if he does not know, who does?

    Renee asked me to thank all of you for your prayers and well wishes. It was scary for us, but knowing that we were loved and being prayed for made all the difference in the world.

    Renee Updates, and Those of You on FaceBook

    7 September, 2008 (12:53) | aside | By: Hugh

    Well, we survived last night in Wake Med.

    The good news is that Renee’s heart resumed a normal rhythm last night about 11pm. What this means in terms of her going home, however, is a bit uncertain.  Of course, as we know anything, we will let you know. We were just told that the cardiologist will be by “sometime today” to let us know what is going on.

    Also, those of you on facebook reading this as a note: The hospital has blocked facebook as a “dating site”, so I cannot log on.  If you want to comment or send me a message, please click on the title of this note and it will take you to my blog site, where you can comment (and I can actually respond). Likewise, if you want to send me a message, please use plain old school email (address can be found here).