The Boca Raton Interfaith clergy join in mind, heart and spirit in condemning the heinous murder of George Floyd by the Minneapolis police officers. The knee to the throat is a dark and disturbing symbol of the slow asphyxiation of life and justice wrought by the systemic and structural racism in America upon the black community and people of color. Racism is a disease that infects the heart, a disease even more virulent than Covid-19 itself. Racism infects people the world over who often show no outward symptoms until their behavior reveals the disease lying at the core of their being. We are outraged by the persistent patterns of inequality and unequal justice in our society. This is not of God. This must stop. We can’t breathe.

The vaccine for racism is justice, the cure is equality, and the prevention is love. But underpinning all of these things is the dire need for national repentance of the racism that infused our national beginnings with this very disease. Racism will repeat itself, is repeating itself, and it won’t stop until all of us stand up and unequivocally refuse it. As Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel has written, “In a free society, some are guilty but all are responsible.”

We call upon all members of our society, especially the white community, to accept this responsibility, to recognize, acknowledge, and vigorously combat racism that deprives African Americans and people of color justice and equal opportunity to thrive in our society.

We specifically emphasize the urgent need for meaningful reform in our policing and criminal justice system. We also humbly take a knee in solidarity with all who are protesting peacefully and demanding lasting change. We also condemn the outbreak of violence in some protests. This, too, is not of God.

We grow weary repeatedly writing statements of support. But we decry hatred in all forms and are committed to engaging in concrete actions as allies with our black and brown sisters and brothers that move our society toward liberty and justice for all.

Finally, our hearts are extended to all whose lives have been personally wounded by all of these killings, this bigotry, hatred, and racism. We believe in a God who comforts the hurting, loves us abundantly, and asks us to love our neighbor as ourselves. Black lives matter because over and over again this country says they don’t. We believe in a God of compassion and justice. We believe in a God with the power to transform hearts. And we believe that national repentance of the evil of racism, in all its guises, can get us to the vision Martin Luther King Jr. shared when he cried out in hope, “Thank God Almighty we are free at last.”

The Boca Raton Interfaith Clergy Association—Rabbi David Steinhardt and the Rev. Andrew J. Sherman, Co-Conveners and the members of BRICA

2 June 2020

Dear Sisters and Brothers in Christ,

Today George Floyd will be buried in Houston, and the hearts of all are turned to him, his family and friends. Although I had planned to suspend these daily reflections for a bit, I could not let today pass.

Yesterday at a meeting of the bishops, my old friend and colleague Bishop Jennifer Baskerville-Burrows of Indianapolis gave us this reflection, which I pass on to you. It i s timely for the season we are in, and I commend it to you.

Ibram X. Kendi recently wrote i n The Atlantic magazine: From the beginning, racist Americans have been perfectly content with turning nightmares i nto dreams, and dreams into nightmares; perfectly content with the l aw of racial killing, and the order of racial disparities. They can’t fathom that racism i s America’s nightmare. There can be no American dream amid the American nightmare of anti-black racism — or of anti-Native, anti-Latino, anti-Asian racism — a racism that causes even white people to become fragile and die of whiteness.

“When I go to the webpage of Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream, it is clear that they are about selling ice cream and dismantling white supremacy. I want our Church to be that clear.”

Thank you, Presiding Bishop, Canon Stevenson and Bishop Ousley for the invitation to speak today. In the brief time I have I want to share a little bit about my experience. I’m not an expert on dismantling systemic racism and anti-blackness. I’m not an expert on unlearning the messages that are continually and consistently telegraphed reminding me that my dark skin is not as valued as white skin. But I am expert on my life and my story and I want to share a bit of it with you and then name the hope and challenges before us.

The part of my story that is fairly public knowledge is that I was born and raised in New York City — the granddaughter of Shinnecock Indians on one side and sharecropping descendants of slaves on the other. The first ten years we lived in Boerum Hill Brooklyn — and I attended a diverse elementary school with black, white and Latina teachers and black, white, Puerto Rican and Jewish classmates. We had next to no money but a lively neighborhood where the owners of the mom- and-pop stores knew the name of every kid. When I was ten we moved to Staten Island and I’ve never gotten over it. We were now living in a segregated space. White kids took the yellow school buses to our junior high school and black and brown kids mostly took the city bus or walked the 7 blocks to school. Many days, as I walked home alone there were older white kids and adults who would spit at me and call me the N-word. Each Friday there would be reports of the “race riots’” at one of the local high schools — meaning, blacks and whites fighting after school, every week. I figured out by seventh grade that testing out and getting to a specialized school in Manhattan would be a better choice because I didn’t want to deal with that kind of racism. So I commuted an hour and half each way taking a bus, ferry, and subway train to midtown Manhattan for high school where the diverse world opened back up for me.

For whatever reason, talking about race, building bridges, having friendship groups that looked the like Benetton ads of the 1980’s has been my lot for over 40 years. And I’m tired because I’ve spent my life pushing away and unlearning the messages that whites and black can’t be real family and friends but too many white folks won’t do the work of unlearning those same messages. I’m tired of the burden white supremacy places on me and the black and brown people I love. I’m tired of black folks bearing the symptoms of white sickness. This exhaustion is not two weeks old or global pandemic old. Black and brown people spend our lives learning to live with the exhaustion of white supremacy as a survival mechanism.

Yes, I can remember the first time, back i n 1982, my uncle was pulled over driving his BMW home from work because he was a black man in too nice a car. Yes, I’ve had police in my predominately white neighborhood run my plates. Yes, I’ve already had “the talk” with my 9-year-old black son about what to do if approached by the police and how he can’t play with water pistols like his white friends. Here’s the thing, every black and brown person in this country, on this call, in our congregations, has stories like these. The black and brown folks with Ivy League degrees who show up to our churches in nice dresses and suits have these stories as surely as the black and brown folks we cross the street to avoid.

We have these stories and we have not often told them outside of black and brown circles. There are experts who can better explain why but I suspect that it has something do with the fact that it is hard to tell the stories of racial trauma to the people who have the power to make things different and won’t. And when we have told the stories, long before there was the internet and hashtags, we were too often told to get over it, stop playing the race card, and conform. The videos we now see played over and over again of the killings and abuses for just living while black have finally awakened those with the power to change things and I hope and pray policies and behavior begin to change. Hope and challenge are two sides of the same coin. Across the globe people are risking their health in the midst of a pandemic to hold police departments, cities, and corporations accountable to changing policies embedded in racist structures. This is Gospel work. And the Church is not exempt.

So here is the challenge for The Episcopal Church — we need to stop being afraid of committing to the work of dismantling systemic racism and white supremacy. We need to l earn and understand how it operates inside The Episcopal Church and in the world. As a predominately white institution that is rooted in the American experiment, we must be unequivocal and clear. When I go to the webpage of Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream, it is clear that they are about selling ice cream and dismantling white supremacy. I want our Church to be that clear. Our being afraid of making white people upset makes us complicit in keeping white supremacy in place. We must not be afraid of giving our time and financial resources to the groups who are doing this work on the ground.

Many of our congregations are made up of people who have the power to affect policies, programs, and money — if we are not actively dismantling white supremacy as a part of our baptismal ministry, then we ought not write another statement. If we are not giving away our power and centering the voices on the margins, then we ought not be surprised when people of color stop sharing their stories and attending our churches. If we go to Black Lives Matter demonstrations but return to our church buildings to live stream worship surrounded exclusively by white i mages of Jesus and the saints, then we must understand that we contradict our actions and become just another performative ally not helping our people or the movement.

Now is the time for acting. For doing the work of unlearning bias against black and brown people. Our everyday choices from where we buy groceries, to what we read, to how we adorn our sanctuaries, to where our money goes, to how we vote, all add up. It all adds up to a world where people and systems are activated to value and support all of God’s children no matter what they look like or where they come from and every choice moves us a little closer to God’s dream. Not just the American dream — God’s dream. So let’s get to work, Church. The time is now.

Thank you.

There is nothing I could, or would add to Bishop Baskerville’s words.

With love and prayers,

+ Peter