“IT’S SO *insert expletive* RIDICULOUS”, I thundered on the phone to Ugo, as I drove home from the grocery store last Sunday. I’d been out hunting old fashioned oatmeal for granola and had finally found some at the 5th store I visited. But it wasn’t that which I’d found ridiculous. After avoiding doing so for about a week, I had finally brought myself to talk about the George Floyd event and everything it was stirring up. I was angry and frustrated, and as I vented about how ridiculous it was that we had to look up the racism profile of any city before we visited, the overwhelming feeling was one of helplessness. I felt like the protests were great, but we’d been here before. It made no sense to me that in 2020 when we were putting men in space and developing flying cars, we were still dealing with racism. Was humanity really saying that we’d figured out vaccines and tech and the internet and flying, but couldn’t figure out how to deal with… skin colour?
“It falls to us as individuals, babe. We need to check ourselves. Raise our children right. These racists have parents. The rapists too.”, Ugo posited in his characteristic levelheaded way.
“Yes, yes, but I mean beyond that. Babe, it doesn’t make sense. There’s so much darkness. We aren’t doing enough. The church isn’t doing enough. It’s okay to pray, but WE are supposed to be the light of the world. The light that shines in darkness. What are we doing? What should we do? What can we do? Beyond think pieces and social media posts the church needs to come up with a solution”, I cried out in frustration.
“And not just prayer”, I continued, “real, tangible, practical solutions. Influential church leaders across the world need to come together and say ‘enough’. The Pope, the TD Jakes’, the guys who have actual power and influence need to proffer solutions because there is so much darkness. Too much darkness.”