Sunday, May 31, 2020

Four Perspectives on the George Floyd Situation



Everyone seems to be weighing in on the George Floyd situation.  Everyone has an opinion or perspective and many have rashly jumped into the social media sphere to give their perspective on it.  I don’t want to give my perspective.  I would rather stay out of it.  But as a pastor, people look to me for guidance during tumultuous situations like this.  And as a pastor, maybe I do bear a responsibility to take a stand.  A friend of mine recently told me his son asked him, “Dad, why aren’t white pastors saying anything about this?”  He’s right.  We need to do so.  We need to stand up against racism.  We need to stand up against injustice.  Biblically, we fight for the downtrodden and the oppressed.

But I live in Birmingham, AL and not Minneapolis, MN.  The only thing I know about the George Floyd situation is what I have seen and read in both the professional and social media spheres.  And to be honest, I don’t know enough about any of it to say I know the truth.  What I saw with my eyes was heartbreaking on many levels, because what I saw appeared to be the death of a man crying desperately for help and no one was giving that help.  What I saw appeared to be a man who took an oath to protect and serve snuff the life out of an unarmed, begging man while others who also swore an oath to protect and serve did neither.  It was appalling to see.

But there are so many perspectives to consider here.  Maybe, as a pastor who takes “Blessed are the Peacemakers” seriously, it is my job to consider all of those perspectives before providing guidance to the people who look to me for that guidance.  I know I cannot consider them all, but I do want to share with you four of them.  You don’t have to agree with them, but I’m going to share them anyway.  I only ask that you bear with me through all four of them.  Then, after that, maybe some guidance will find its way to where it needs to go.

First…
The Perspective of a Father of a Police Officer

As a father of a police officer, I look at what happened in Minneapolis and I cringe.  I cringe because I know that there, but for the grace of God, goes my son.  I cringe because I know that given the right circumstances any person can make a mistake that will be construed as evil, hateful and bigoted.  I cringe because those officers in Minneapolis have taken another step towards tarnishing the image of a proud and noble service to which my son is a member.  I cringe because so many people will now look at my son and rather than see the great man for whom I am so proud, they will see the despicable man I watched on that video.  Every day, my son puts on his uniform, goes out into the public, and puts his life on the line to serve and protect his community.  He does so knowing that there is an element of the public that desires to put a bullet in his head just because he is an officer of the law.  He is under constant stress and must remain ever vigilant to make sure he doesn’t cross the line himself.  And now, because of the action of these police officers, his job will become even more difficult. I cringe because I know a harsh truth:  Because of what happened in Minneapolis, the target on my son’s back just got a little bit bigger.

Second...
The Perspective of a White Man

Right – who wants to know the perspective of a white man at a time like this?  We are the bad guys, right?  The privileged.  The status quo.  The MAN.  The establishment.  But yet we are still people, just like everyone else, and maybe the African American community needs to understand our perspective as much as we need to understand theirs.   As a white man, there is so much about this I just don’t understand.  I don’t understand how this can keep happening.  I don’t understand from what I have seen on video why it was necessary to pin this man down with a knee on his neck.  I don’t understand how a human being who has sworn to protect the citizens can just ignore this man’s cries that he couldn’t breathe.  I don’t understand how three police officers can allow a fourth to put his knee on a man’s neck until he dies.  And if I were being truly honest, I don’t understand how the African American community sees this as a RACIAL injustice rather than simply a straight up injustice – a rogue cop committing a murder. I know I will get lots of negative comments about that (and maybe that is appropriate), but I’m just being real and telling you how most of us see this.

But despite all that, I just don’t understand why rioting and looting Target and destroying small businesses in one’s own community is an appropriate response to a racial injustice.  And even if it could be (which it can’t be) justified in Minneapolis, how can it possibly be justified in Atlanta or here in Birmingham?  What’s more, I don’t understand how small business owners get arrested for trying to provide for their family in one place while violent protesters get a pass in another – and I’m not saying they all got a pass, but many of them did.

Honestly, I just don’t understand any of this.  But that just scratches the surface of what I don’t understand, because the real kicker is that I, as a white man, could not possibly know or understand anything at all about the perspective of the black man or woman during a situation like this.  The truth is, I don’t think I or probably the vast majority of any other white people ever could – and I think that is exactly the point.  I have tried.  I have talked to several of my African American friends about what has happened and about their perspective.  And those conversations have broken my heart.  To hear the anguish of my friends and to know as it relates to this topic, I will always be an outsider and can never really comfort or console them – its crushing. 

Third...
The Perspective of the Black Man/Woman

To say that I could possibly understand this perspective would be arrogant and presumptive.  But at the very least, I could listen to what they said – which I did.  And I have looked through the social media storm – wading through the hate and vitriol in an attempt to try and find the soul underneath.  And the themes are pretty common.  So, let me share with you what I heard from them, because their voice was unified.

First - frustration.  And, of course, with frustration comes an accompanying emotion – anger – but there is a difference.  As a white man, I can be angry with them about the specifics of what happened, but I can’t really understand the higher level of anger about the broader dynamics that gave birth to the situation.  As such, frustration is unique to their experience, not mine.  Frustration that says, “Oh, no, not another one.”   Frustration that says, “When will this ever end?”  Frustration that says, “You talk about being pro-life for those in the womb, but what about the lives of our sons and daughters out on the street?”  Frustration that says, “there is simply a long history of systematic injustice for people of color.” Frustration that seems to have no apparent solution.  This is a frustration that, from their perspective, is rooted in institutional corruption.  Not that they believe all police are corrupt, but that the institution of law enforcement itself is corrupt because it will not root out the bad apples.  As one of my friends put it, not all the apples in the barrel are bad. However, because the bad ones are still there, the whole barrel is spoiled because when you reach in to pull out an apple, you just don’t know whether you will get a good one or a bad one.  The whole barrel is bad because no one stops this from happening again and again.  As another friend said, the hoods are gone, so now they are hidden in plain sight and we just don’t know from where or when they will come.   According to CNN (https://www.cnn.com/2020/05/28/us/minneapolis-officer-complaints-george-floyd/index.html), the officer that killed George Floyd has 18 previous complaints against him.  Maybe there is something to that.

Second - fear.  I simply cannot comprehend this.  My fear is for the safety of my son, the police officer.  They fear my son the policer officer – obviously not my son specifically, but my son is a part of that institution that they do fear.  And since you don’t know what kind of apple will come from the barrel, you fear the whole barrel.  Fear that the wrong apple will pull over your son or your daughter.  Fear that your own child’s immature anger and frustration will cause them to do something stupid that will precipitate another situation (after all, our kids can be really stupid sometimes).  One of my friends grew up in a more impoverished and challenged community.  Growing up, she was taught (and experienced) that if the cops were coming, they were coming to hurt you, not help you.  Calling the cops was a non-starter. To say “the last thing you would do is call the cops” was actually the way it was.  You only called them after everything was over – the last thing.  Even then, those who had been victimized would sometimes be further victimized by the police when they arrived.  I’m sorry, but I just can’t even imagine.

Third – hope – or rather lack thereof.  All of this leads to a lack of hope.  All of them said the same thing.  There is no hope of this ever going away.  Well, that wasn’t exactly true, because they are all believers and they all know that HOPE comes through faith in Jesus Christ (I will get to that in the perspective of the pastor below).  But what they universally recognized is that this world is comprised mostly of non-believers and so for those in the black community who do not have hope in Jesus Christ, there is simply no hope.  No hope that racism will ever end.  No hope that their own children can avoid being targeted.  No hope that the institution will ever be reformed.  This might be the only time you will ever hear me quote Jesse Jackson, but since one of my friends quoted him, I will honor that and quote him too – “Let hope live.”  But where there is no hope, the frustration, anger, and fear become overwhelming.  And THAT is why they are rioting and looting their own neighborhoods.  As one of my friends said, it was Martin Luther King who said “a riot is the language of the unheard.”  Sure, maybe some of it is fear-baiting and being instigated from the outside, but it is the lack of hope that keeps the riot fuels burning.

And it is that sense of lack of hope that brings me to the fourth perspective…


The Perspective of a Pastor

Fortunately for me (I think), all of my African American friends that I talked to were born again believers and understand the hope that comes in Jesus.  So despite the fear, anger, and frustration, they do have hope.  Let me just explain it this way…

I am currently preaching through the first 11 chapters of Genesis, and if there is a truth that pervades those 11 chapters it is this – mankind is broken and in need of help.   Because of the brokenness of this fallen world, the only hope we have is the hope that God has promised to fix it all.  I know that seems a little hollow in the midst of all the riots and fear, but as believers, our hope is in the return of Christ, the resurrection of the dead, and the glorification of our bodies through the removal of the curse of sin.  The world, however, cannot understand that because their eyes are darkened to that truth.  The world has been deceived into thinking that mankind is essentially good at the core and, thus is capable of reforming itself to be good.  Nothing could be further from the truth. We dream of a utopian society where the air is clean, everyone has a job, and violence has been eliminated.  Therefore, the longer we go without making substantial progress towards that dream the more hopeless everything feels.  That hopelessness results in a closing of the ranks around oneself and those closest or most like you in order to protect yourselves from those who might do you harm.  The result is increased divisiveness and polarization.

To those who truly understand human nature outside the redeeming power of Christ, this is the natural progression of man.  In fact, if you look back over history, the human race has always been a violent, barbarous, divisive people.  Sure, there have been moments of unity, but they are few and far between – and short lived.

While that sounds nihilistic, that is why as believers our hope is not in this life but the next one.  However, that does not mean our hope is only in the next life.  What Jesus promises in full in the next life, he gives us in part in this life.  We are not expected to be perfect to come to Jesus, but Jesus will change everything about us from the inside out.   He will give us a new heart.  He will change our perspective, our desires, even our preconceptions.  He gives us common ground to overcome our differences and make one people out of two:

Ephesians 2:13-18
13 But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ. 14 For he himself is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in his flesh the dividing wall of hostility 15 by abolishing the law of commandments expressed in ordinances, that he might create in himself one new man in place of the two, so making peace, 16 and might reconcile us both to God in one body through the cross, thereby killing the hostility. 17 And he came and preached peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near. 18 For through him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father.


Ephesians 5:1-6
I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, 2 with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, 3 eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 4 There is one body and one Spirit—just as you were called to the one hope that belongs to your call— 5 one Lord, one faith, one baptism, 6 one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.

1 Peter 2:9-10
9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light. 10 Once you were not a people, but now you are God's people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.

Galatians 3:27-28
27 For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. 28 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

Colossians 3:11
11 Here there is not Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave, free; but Christ is all, and in all.

The point is… only through Christ can unity truly be found because only Jesus can tear down our differences and give us something in common worth binding over.  I hear people say all the time – we are all the same on the inside.  We all bleed red.  Maybe that’s true, but its simply not enough to overcome the darkness within each of us.  Only Jesus can do that. 

And here is the beauty of it – when we join in unity through Christ, we can actually celebrate our differences.  I will never say “I don’t see your color.”   OF COURSE I SEE YOUR COLOR.  You are BEAUTIFUL.  God LOVES colors.  RED. YELLOW. BLACK. BROWN. WHITE. Who knows, maybe somewhere out in the cosmos there exists blues and greens as well.  Who are we to say?  I know – maybe that’s going too far, but the point is this:  Jesus loves ALL the colors, which is why he made us different!
 The old saying goes.  Once I was blind, now I see.  Without Jesus, I see color – and I am blinded to its beauty because of sin and fear.  With Jesus, I see color for what it is – the poetic artistry of a loving, creative God.

Listen carefully.  There is a message all my African American friends wanted me to give you, so here it comes.

Stop trying to fix this – you can’t.
Stop trying to deflect this – Statements like (a) “All Lives Matter” (b) “What about the riots” and (c) “What about black on black violence” – they are all true and legitimate statements, but they all deflect the issue at hand – another black (presumably innocent) black man was murdered by a white police officer.

Rather – just stop and listen. If you are like me you probably will never fully understand, but that doesn’t mean either of us should ever stop trying.  They just want to be heard.

The more I listen… the more brokenhearted I become, because I realize there is NOTHING I can do to make it better.  That just drives me to my knees, which is probably where I should have started from to begin with.

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