“What are you?” I first remember hearing that question when I was in preschool. I had not yet truly Recognized Race. My family had just moved to the Northern Virginia area, and I was introducing myself to my classmates on the first day of school. Before I was...
Can we be honest with our kids about race? A number of months ago my kids were waiting for a new babysitter to come over. We actually had never met her, instead doing all of our initial correspondence via text message. As we were waiting for her to arrive one of my...
Before You Ask a Minority About Race I’m working on a starter kit for anyone wanting to think better—and more biblically—about race and racism. The kit includes suggestions about where one might begin thinking about these matters. And in the kit, I suggest not...
When the issue of race comes up, it’s often in the context of a negative or heavy conversation. Tensions rise. Joy fades. The conversation limps on, if at all, as a conversation we have to deal with, not one we get to work through. This outlook on race is a tragedy,...
Editor’s Note: This post is a part of a series called, “When I Recognized Race” in which brothers and sisters share about how they came to grapple with the realities of race and racism. The point of this series is not to convey, “Look at how racially conscious I am!”...
