This is the sermon I preached at the Thomas Jefferson Memorial Church - Unitarian Universalist on Sunday, January 3rd, 2016. It is not the sermon that had been advertised, nor the one I'd worked on with the lay worship weavers. Instead, as I said in the introduction, "this sermon simply appeared unbidden. But if you want to keep the Muses happy, you preach what they tell you." As always, you can listen to it as well.
In 1963
the United States was in the midst of a cultural and moral crisis. In one of our principle founding documents,
the Declaration of Independence, our
own Thomas Jefferson had written, “all
experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer while evils are
sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are
accustomed.” Today, not only would we
change the gender specific language of the original, but we’ve found another
way of saying essentially the same thing – people will resist change until the
thing that needs changing hurts worse than the pain involved in making the
change. Because, after all, as each of
us knows all too well from our own experiences, change is never easy and rarely
entirely pleasant.
In 1963 the United States was in the midst of a cultural and moral
crisis – African Americans had declared, in numbers and vehemence as never
before as far as I know – that the system of racism being perpetrated was no
longer sufferable. African Americans
were saying that they were no longer disposed to suffer this evil any longer,
and they demanded that its form be abolished.
1963 was the year that the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. famously
said that the time had come for our country to make good on the promissory note
it had written when it had declared that “all men are created equal.”
It’s interesting --
the version of the Declaration that was ratified by Congress is not the
one Jefferson had first
written. The biggest difference is a rather long
condemnation in the original draft of the British slave trade, but I find an
interesting change to the very first line, one which, if adopted, would have
made the link between the Civil Rights movement and the vision of our founders
even more resonant. Instead of the, “When in the Course of human events, it
becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected
them with another …”
that we’re familiar with, Jefferson had written, “When in the course of human
events it becomes necessary for a people to advance from that subordination in
which they have hitherto remained …”
During the Civil Rights movement of the 50s and 60s African Americans
were declaring that it had become necessary to “advance from that
subordination in which they had hitherto remained.” The evil of racism was no longer sufferable
and it was necessary that it be abolished.
As I said, in 1963 the United States was in the midst of a cultural and
moral crisis. In a very real sense a new
American Revolution was underway and for our purposes this morning it provides
us an entrée for looking at the idea, and the experience, of resistance. That’s the theme we’ll be exploring this
month – the question of what it means to be a people of resistance – and the
Civil Rights movement demonstrates at least two different kinds of resistance.
First, perhaps most obviously, there were those who were rising up
against, who were actively resisting, the systems of racist segregation – resisting
both those institutions and individuals that passively profited by it as well
as those that actively promoted it. Then,
of course, there were those who were resisting this resistance.
I keep coming back to 1963 because of two events that took place that
year. On September 15th some
people in Birmingham, Alabama decided to make a show of just how strong their
resistance to this racial revolution was.
We’ve come to call this event the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing -- it destroyed a good part of the building, injured 22 people, and
killed four little girls – girls who were about the ages my boys are
today.
As a response to this atrocity
– which the Rev. Dr. King called, “one of the
most vicious and tragic crimes ever perpetrated against humanity” – the called
minister here, the Rev. Walter Royal Jones, draped the outside of the church in
black crepe. Roy Jones had been the head
of the UUA Commission on
Race and Religion, so folks here should have known what they were getting,
but maybe they thought that his having only been here for three months would
have muted his more radical impulses. But
when he took it upon himself to make this public statement of solidarity, the
Board quickly asked him to take it down.
Although I imagine that few of
us would ask him to do so today, we should not be too quick to judge them. No
doubt there were some who were resisting his ministerial authority to take such
an action on his own; and those who resisted putting the congregation into such
an uncomfortable and perhaps even dangerous position; and those whose resistance
grew from the notion that the Civil Rights movement was moving too fast; and,
maybe, even those who resisted the idea that change was really necessary – one
can be disposed to suffer evils for quite a long time when those evils are
being committed against somebody else.
Jump to June of this year,
when there was another act of
violent resistance to the still overdue payment of our nation’s promissory
note. Much like the four men with the
dynamite in Birmingham over 50 years ago, when Dylan Roof walked into the
Emanuel African American Methodist Episcopal Church he was acting in resistance
to the still ongoing efforts for the full recognition of African Americans as Americans -- hell, the full
recognition of people of color as humans. His action was part of a long line of violent
resistance against any effort by Black Americans and their allies to strive to
“advance from that subordination in which they have long hitherto
remained.”
In response to this atrocity I
preached a sermon several of you told me was the sermon you’d waited four years
to hear. (See link below -- "From Not Again to Never Again.") I
also posted this Black Lives Matter sign behind me, and while I don’t want anyone
to infer that I think of myself in Roy Jones’s league I’d simply note that this
act, too, has met with considerable resistance and that I’ve also been asked to
take down this very visual signal of commitment to the cause of racial justice.
Before addressing this
resistance I want to tell you a brief story:
Many years ago, when I was a
member of our congregation in Waltham, Massachusetts I was present on the
Sunday when it’s Lead Minister – a friend and mentor – delivered a sermon on
the need for comprehensive gun control in response to the proposed opening of a
gun shop just a few blocks from the church’s building. As he stepped into the pulpit to preach he
took of his robe, saying that he was too upset, too angry, to step into that
sacred space, that pulpit, as the Rev. Edwin Lane, M.Div. D.Min. Instead, he wanted to be clear that it was
just Ed who was talking to us. It was a
powerful moment.
I say this because I am not taking my robe off this morning,
because I do not stand here now as
just Wik. Five years ago you called me
to serve this congregation as its Lead Minister, to provide vision and
direction and to preach and teach the truth as I understand it.
This is the truth as I
understand it: we are, today, in the
midst of a cultural and moral crisis the like of which we have not seen since
the time of the Civil Rights struggles of the 50s and 60s. The cancer that is racism has been eating
away at our body politic since the first Africans dragged to this continent
landed in Jamestown in 1619. (One
hundred years or so earlier if we remember the slave trade to Puerto Rico.) And we – and I’m using that first person
plural pronoun because I am a White American talking, now, primarily to other
White Americans – we are seeing it with more heartbreaking clarity that many of
us are used to. And it makes us
uncomfortable. We don’t want to believe
that things can be as bad as we are now increasingly unable to deny that they
are. We’d rather believe that we live in
a world of colorblindness that is post-racial.
It hurts, having to face the reality that it is still important, still necessary, to affirm that Black lives
matter. It’s painful. It’s deeply and profoundly disturbing.
So we resist having to look at
it. That’s only natural. After all, “all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer
while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to
which they are accustomed.” And as I
said earlier, it is far easier to be so disposed when the evils are directly
affecting someone else and I remain relative … safe.
Saying what I’m seeing, most
of us – most White people in the U.S. today – are resisting acknowledging how
truly evil the manifestations of racism are, and we resist the truth that until
it is eradicated, until it is abolished completely and absolutely, we,
ourselves, are suffering. Many of us,
maybe even most of us, resist the assertion that the reality we know is, in
many ways, a fairy tale and is definitely and demonstrably not the reality of, soon, a majority of U.S. citizens. And we so want to believe that if racism
still exists it is in the thoughts and actions of a few mean spirited people
that we resist acknowledging that the dangerous differences between White
America and the America of people of color are systemic, built into the
institutions and structures that support our entire society – education,
employment, housing, food distribution, marketing, entertainment … even
religion.
This resistance takes many
forms, many of them completely unconscious.
And this morning, still robed, I say that one of the ways we do this is
to insist on our “right” to a safe space of solace, away from the trials and
troubles of the world. One of the ways
we do this – one of the ways we support and perpetuate the ongoing systems of
racial injustice and oppression – is through our insistence that we are
entitled to sanctuary. You and I, we can close our eyes for an hour or so; I
can choose when and where to confront
racism and its devastating effects. And because
we can, we believe that it is our right to do so. So we resist seeing that this freedom not to
see is part of our White privilege, and our willingness to create sanctuaries
in which to harbor ourselves in safe haven is part of the problem.
So … our question for the
month is “What does it mean to be a people of resistance?” Being a people of resistance means that our
Unitarian Universalist faith demands of us that we resist the temptation to take
advantage of our privilege (and again, I am using that first person plural
pronoun intentionally). Being a people
of resistance means that we must resist the inclination to see problems like
racism – that don’t usually affect us tremendously personally – as something
“over there” happening to “those people.”
Even those of us who have Black family members and Black friends most
often do not fully embrace racism as our
problem. But it must be our problem.
Thinking otherwise simply perpetuates the status quo even as we work to
change it.
I do understand that not everyone
will agree with what I’ve said here. I
know that some will continue to find the presence of this "garish"
black and yellow sign on humble poster board to be an unnecessary and unwelcome
reminder, in our sacred sanctuary, of the cruelty and unfairness of the country, the world, we live in. I know that it is and will always be
disturbing and distressful to many of you.
I know that there are some who will be angry as long as that sign stays
up here, and I assume that there are those who will be upset enough to
leave.
I know these things, and so I remind
you this morning that neither my ordination to the ministry nor your call and
installation of me to the office I hold here makes the demand of me that I keep
everyone happy and keep everyone here.
Quite the contrary. “Preach the
truth in love” is a command to say what I see in the world as kindly and
caringly as I can, but not for a minute to falter from preaching that truth in order to
keep the peace or for my own personal gain of your acceptance or appreciation.
In fact,
it’s often been said that the deepest calling of the professional ministry is
to “comfort the afflicted and to afflict the comfortable.” That is what I have been charged to do. Our
charge, as a people of resistance, is to recognize just how often we put
ourselves in the wrong category. This
sign is an affliction to many here; I
do understand that. Yet know, too, that its
presence here, in the sacred sanctuary and safe haven of a community that could
choose to close its eyes and heart, is a great comfort, as well as a sign of
hope, to many whom racism afflicts each and every minute of every day with no
possibility of sanctuary or respite. A
friend said to me of our sign, “I just can’t overemphasize the power of that
sign in a UU sanctuary….it means safety, warmth, love, commitment to hard
uncomfortable work that must be done for us all to be free…..as a person of color, it makes the space
a true sanctuary.”
That is
my message for this morning.
Pax tecum,
RevWik
If you'd like to read other sermons and blog posts I've written pertaining to racism, here are a few. (You can also search for "racism" to find more)
- “From Not Again to Never Again” sermon following the shooting in Charleston, SC in which I announced my decision to hang the BlackLivesMatter sign.
- “When Horrors Come Home,” sermon on the 50th anniversary of the Birmingham bombings.
- “To Wake or Not To Wake” post in response to Ta-Nahesi Coates’s book Between the World Me
- “In Memoriam; In Hope” post on the one-year anniversary of the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, MO
- “We Should Refuse To Be Comforted,” words spoken at the interfaith prayer vigil following the Charleston shooting
- My post from a week or so ago in response to the lack of indictment in the case of the shooting of Tamir Rice.
1 comment:
On the congregation's blog I just posted a piece that is something of a follow-up to this sermon, lifting up a few of the congregation's strong acts of courage! http://thetalkoftjmc.blogspot.com/2016/01/its-in-our-blood.html
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