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Still dreaming: Thinking About Dr. King

In this season of life, God has directed me to a place of pursing racial reconciliation. It's crazy. I thought I was reconciled but my eyes have been opened to sore spot in my soul that leaves me feeling that my life does not matter to many of my fellow Americans. As I've followed God's instruction and Dr. King's footsteps, I have seen even more clearly how taboo of a topic race is even though we are all walking around in the beautiful shades of skin that He designed just for us.

I didn't expect last week to be as a emotional as it was for me as I watched a family that has meant more to me than politics prepare to leave their post of hope, promise and equality to be replaced by a man that created a platform solid enough for the Klu Klux Klan to come out of hiding to support. Which as a Black woman is scary because at this point i'm not thinking about the national debt. I'm thinking about the safety of my family in East Texas when this group feels empowered enough voice their support especially after the front page story covering their 150 year existence. I'm thinking about my value as a woman who has experienced sexual abuse and watching a man rise to power who seems to share the same sentiment as my abuser. Then, in the midst of these thoughts my mind returns to Dr. King.

So, I go and I listen to his speeches and as As Rev. King's melodious and motivating voice booms in my ears, I know that I have to encourage anyone who will listen that we must get out of our comfort zones. We must open our lives and hearts and actually embrace and befriend person, after person, after person who doesn't look, sound, talk, or even believe like we do. We have to stop shifting our eyes and readjusting our purses and accept the fact that the history of America is anything but "beautiful" or "great" for all of us. I wonder if anyone has thought about how terrified some Americans maybe feeling right now after hearing other Americans scream All Lives Matter then rejoice at the thought of some being deported, refugees banned, and the deaths of others being justified instead of mourned. I wonder who is it that determines the value of a life? Who determines in a nation that is built by immigrants on the backs of immigrants who is going to be American?

I wonder what Dr. King would've said to us today? I believe that on some levels he would be elated but I also believe he would've encouraged us all to dig deeper and to keep striving. I believe he would say he's still dreaming. I know I am.

Recently I was led to start a prayer group called the Unity Project that meets in a different parts of the city to pray for unity (lol surprising, huh?)

He has connected me with a beautiful soul turned friend named Renee Robertson (fourth person from the left in the pic) who has started a racial reconciliation group in her home and together we and some other ladies are planning an IF gathering. He also has integrated my Sundays as my husband and I have recently joined forces with a newly planted church called New City. My life has been flipped. It hasn't been easy but it has been necessary for growth and healing.

Now is this is point in which I must turn to you the beautiful one reading this post and ask rhetorically, of course, how many people have you had in your home who are different from you? What does your church look like? Is there anyone who doesn't look like you who knows the real you and has seen your heart? Are you open to the possibility that perhaps your perspective isn't the only valid one? I wasn't at first. But, I've learned and continued to learn so much from the new people of all races around me. After opening our home for a safe, candid discussion about race matters, I learned a bit about what it's like to be White. People asked questions back and forth around around the room. It was uncomfortable, enlightening, and refreshing. Never did I realize even the struggle or anxiety that my now friends have felt when trying to describe me. Dare they say.... Black? (The answer is yes.) It's okay to see color. I see color everyday and I love what I see.

If we are not willing to listen free of judgement to anothers' perspective how can the dream of racial equality come to life? If we are not willing to get uncomfortable and take the risk of opening ourself to someone who has lived a very different life, how will we ever heal? As we celebrate the legacy of Dr. King, Reverend King, who broke laws to create the opportunity for Black Lives to Matter to all a people. When he and those with him (some who were White) sat at those lunch counters getting spit on, slapped and later arrested and even killed, what do you think their actions were saying? When he and those men marched with those " I AM a Man signs" why do you think the also courageous White gentleman didn't have to wear one?

People of all races joined the movement of Dr. King because they recognized that even though All Lives Mattered to God they didn't all matter to people. My prayer is that if you made it to end of this piece, that you will join me on this journey even beyond the holiday so that racial reconciliation is not a dream deferred.

Lead Me Back - Morgan Harper Nichols
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