I must speak. I must confess. As I read Robin DiAngelo's
White Fragility: Why It's So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism
, as I just finished
by Bishop Barbara Harris of the Episcopal Church (the first female bishop in America), I must confess. As much as I don't want to believe it, I am racist. I am privileged. I am seeking. I am listening. I am seeing. I am hearing. I am loving. People of color, people who are different than me, matter. They matter. Not only to me, but to the God of all people.
When I shared with my coach this week that I am trying to determine the best response, the best way to lead this presbytery during these days of seeking to dismantle racism, she asked, "What would Jesus do?" What would Jesus do? What message do we glean from his life and those who received his non-discriminatory love? Is it possible for me to do that? Is it wise for me to face my own racism, to confess my own privilege, to listen to those whose voices have been long silenced?
Friends, God is at work in our world. God is calling me to confess, to listen, to love, to serve. With God's help, I'm ready.
In Christ's Service,
Fred A. Holbrook, D.Min.
Interim General Presbyter & Stated Clerk