My Life of Privilege

Things are chaotic right now with the murder of George Floyd, a black man, by a white cop. He was a mentor to other black men and spread the gospel. Due to his death and the insanity of it, there are riots all over the country and it is unsettling to everyone, no matter what race you identify with. Our Pastor addressed it yesterday and he said something that really stuck with me and I am paraphrasing. “We do not know what it is like to be a black person in America. We want to be compassionate, but we have no idea.” He is right. We live a life of privilege.

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I am a white woman who lives in a suburb of a mid-sized city in the South. I went to school with black kids and even have some very close friends who are black. I go to a church of mixed race and have worked with people of every color. However, I have no idea what it is like to be black.

I don’t lie in bed at night worrying whether they will pull over my son just for his skin color.

I don’t worry about whether they will drag him out of the car and beat on him because he is the wrong color and in the wrong place (or so they think).

I don’t worry about my husband being targeted by police because he is a certain race.

I don’t worry about whether my kids will get the same treatment at a predominantly white school or whether they will be looked down on.

I don’t worry about my kids being called racial insensitive words.

I don’t worry about whether my kids will not get chosen for a team or scholarship or any number of other things simply because of the color of their skin.

I am sure there are hundreds of other things I don’t think about or worry about because I am a white woman of privilege, but I have this to say.

We are all created by God. He made us in His image. If this is true, how can we look down upon another race? How can we not stand up for them? How can we not love them and support them? How can we not pray for them? It is time to quit sticking our heads in the mud of our life of privilege and stand up for those who need it – no matter what their color.

So for my black readers, I just want to say. I’m sorry, but I see you. I see you crying and I am crying with you. I don’t completely understand, but if you are hurting, so am I. I am here for you and praying for you. I pray for America to become more inclusive, instead of exclusive, and I pray for everyone to come together as one under God.

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