The Nice Racist

Let’s dive right in shall we? This will act as a sort of confession to set the stage for furthur resources and musings.

I am a white, middle class, American born, male, living in the southeastern part of the United States. I have black friends. I grew up with people of color in my neighborhood. I listen to hop hop. I would never intentionally act differently towards a person of color. I  have hired people of color in my job. And these are just a few of the reasons that I am not a racist…or so I thought. If you’re reading this as a person of color, I know, and I’m sorry.

A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to attend an event called “Grace Dialogues”. The event was designed to give of people from all walks of life a chance to come and discuss race, faith, and reconciliation. It was led by one of my new favorite bloggers, Bethaney, whose wisdom and leadership effected me in a deep and life changing way that day. God used this event to force me to stare into the ugliness of my own heart. Over the next few weeks I’ll be walking you through some of the material that was shared and sharing some of the experiences that solidified this truth in my heart, but for now I’ll simple confess, I am a nice racist, and God hates that.

Yes I have black friends. No I have never lynched anyone or given my money to the KKK. Yes I enjoy parts of black culture. No I have never used the N word or other racial slurs. Yes I love Jesus and try to live in a way that honors Him. No I have not opened my eyes to the pain that has been cause by white christians before me using God to rationalize their sinful hatred…until now. I don’t know if I can change the system, but I can ask God to change me.

I am new on this journey and I am certain their will be missteps along the way but if you’re willing, I would love for you to come along with me.