Being a Theology student is interesting because people are oddly curious to talk to you. The religious ones want to talk because they view you as a fellow kin. The non-religious want to talk because they have a bone to pick with the establishment. Others want to know what you are going to do with the degree…
Anyways… the announcement never comes without a raised eyebrow. Today was no different.
I am visiting a friend in OKC (which ended up being a fantastic trip- thank you!) and I sat down to taken a Uber to the airport. The Uber driver also had a particular interest in my Theological education. The conversation somehow revolved around colonialism and how early settlers had wiped out about ninety-five percent of the Aboriginal People groups residing in the United States. She abruptly said, “you know– I really do not think they did anything wrong. If that did not happen I would not be here.”
The statement did not come as a shock, but a part of me felt grief. Our imaginations are so disconnected from the realities of our history; and our fear of admitting our mistakes keep us linked to these century old wounds. I patiently said, “Ya. But that is because you are on the ‘winning’ side of history.’ Imagine how it must feel to be part of the targeted communities.”
Silence on the other end.
“You know… my sister married an ‘Indian’, they sure do not feel the same way about it.”
I said nothing.
Often you do not need to say anything.
Once the pregnant pause had matured to awkward I said, “It is very daunting to think our privileges are connected to narratives that have hurt other people, let alone built on this abuse. But when we are honest about our past histories, we are more sober-minded about our future– and we can be informed peacemakers and avoid our past mistakes.” I am not sure if she agreed with me, but the conversation certainly struck a chord within me.
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Since entering Grad school I have become particularly interested in post-colonial theology, and how the Christian religion can separate itself from its imperial commitments. That is a big question, and it cannot be unpacked here. However, a good place for people to start the “good work,” is for them to be honest about the grave injustices religion has perpetuated and to make room in their hearts for the pain of those who are inflicted.
When confronted with another’s pain it is easy to want to differentiate oneself from the oppressor, or delegtimize the situation. However, if we can resist this urge and simply make room for another perspective, we can 1) become aware of different perspectives and 2) create an environment where these topics can be shared and discussed without dissolving into uncivil discourse. This knowledge and this environment is fertile ground for our peace tomorrow.
Literally– it is that small of a step. It is that difficult– but I also think it is that rewarding. As for my Uber driver,I find hope in the fact that she had paused and considered her brother-in-law’s perspective on colonialism. That is fertile ground.
Be at peace,
Jeeves
Also here is a picture of my BEST FRIEND and I in OKC! 🙂
