“I Want to Know More”: Resources on black history, culture, and racial justice

First things first: I did not make this list. I surveyed my white racially-conscious, Latino, and black friends for resources that had helped them understand racial justice issues and compiled their results along with a few recommendations of my own. I was, however, happy to provide suggestions for how to get started with the list at … Continue reading “I Want to Know More”: Resources on black history, culture, and racial justice

Race Relations and the False Immunity of Black Achievement

Ask the “average American” about race relations and they go straight to economically depressed black people, black crime and out-of-wedlock childbirth. This exercise in free association reveals that negative stereotypes about blacks are the most dominant and readily available (versus, say, the myth of the model minority for Asian-Americans) and that either the concept of "relations"—implying the … Continue reading Race Relations and the False Immunity of Black Achievement

The Religion Chronicles—Part 6: That Blank Tile in Scrabble

“So that’s it. She reached Enlightenment,” you say, closing the book. Not so fast! That was four years, two moves, and 1.5 extended periods of unemployment ago. A month or so after finishing grad school, when I got to the second interview for a job overseas, they asked me about my faith and how it played … Continue reading The Religion Chronicles—Part 6: That Blank Tile in Scrabble

The Religion Chronicles—Part 5: Fruit from the Land of Suffering

My second year in Seattle was awesome. I considered Seattle like Ephraim, Joseph’s second son. His name means ‘God has made me fruitful in the land of my suffering.’ After nearly three years of hearing almost nothing from God, feeling almost nothing for Him besides disappointment, and crying or going numb when I tried to … Continue reading The Religion Chronicles—Part 5: Fruit from the Land of Suffering

The Religion Chronicles—Part 4: Nothing Good vs A Little Bad

Although I couldn't move to Seattle fast enough, things would get worse before they got better. I visited seven or eight churches but regardless of where I was, I mostly just sat off by myself and cried. Sometimes I’d sing, but most often I couldn’t. I joined a small group that winter and was the … Continue reading The Religion Chronicles—Part 4: Nothing Good vs A Little Bad