#Ferguson thoughts

I’m sure by now, you must have been inundated with posts, tweets. etc about what’s happening in Ferguson. I don’t want to bombard you with my thoughts on the entire situation, especially when people have said it much better than I could ever have. Peep Shaun King’s (@ShaunKing) twitter timeline for starters. He has been relentlessly fighting the cause of Ferguson, specifically the tragic, senseless murder of Mike Brown and why it matters (because apparently, being human doesn’t really mean much nowadays, especially if you are a black person). I’m so thankful that I follow him because he continues to enlighten me and make me think deeper on issues of race. I, admit, his timeline may be a bit overwhelming, but check out these compilations of tweets at Storify: 1. On the Psychopathy of Racism and 2. On the Eyewitness Accounts of the Michael Brown Shooting.

The reason why I felt compelled to write this post, is two-fold.

Firstly, I feel like this is an issue where the Church likes to downplay. Much of what I’ve been seeing/reading these past few weeks, makes my heart sad. It just seems like the Christian world at-large is tone deaf. People would rather get defensive, or scold others for actually caring about what’s going in Ferguson. It’s more than just caring for Ferguson, it’s largely because people actually care about Mike Brown, and what his death represents. It baffles me that people who want to believe in this colorblind version of the world, cannot see how contradictory their actions and words are. 

Secondly, there is a lot of racism that exists within the Indian community. Yes, we have experienced racism, but there are many Indians who are racist. I am probably going to get a lot of heat for this, but I refuse to stand, idly by when I know something wrong is happening. This is an issue where I don’t even know where to begin or even how to solve it, but I believe the first step is addressing it.  I find it hard because no one wants to have these conversations, and a lot of the time, I find myself alone, talking to a wall. We have a history of sweeping things under the rug, but I am tired of that.

Something needs to give. People are hurting.