Sunday, May 31, 2020
Sunday Reflection: Pray now
Things are pretty bad here in Minneapolis right now. But they are in a lot of places: looting of the Nike store on Michigan Avenue in Chicago, people walking on the interstate in Little Rock, disturbances all over. And this is the epicenter.
I know this: in the end, the crucial analysis is not going to be about rioting. Instead, it needs to be on what happened to get us to this point: the racial disparities, the policing disasters, the income inequality that bedevil our society. It will not be sufficient to seek more training for the police and pretend that addresses the question.
Back in December, I wrote a piece about racial injustice with Leslie Redmond, the president of the Minneapolis NAACP. You can read it here. I tried to get a number of secular and religious media outlets to run it, and no one would (Leslie finally got that done). It was something I have been reflecting on-- that people don't want to think about those issues until there is an explosion.
I know this: in the end, the crucial analysis is not going to be about rioting. Instead, it needs to be on what happened to get us to this point: the racial disparities, the policing disasters, the income inequality that bedevil our society. It will not be sufficient to seek more training for the police and pretend that addresses the question.
Back in December, I wrote a piece about racial injustice with Leslie Redmond, the president of the Minneapolis NAACP. You can read it here. I tried to get a number of secular and religious media outlets to run it, and no one would (Leslie finally got that done). It was something I have been reflecting on-- that people don't want to think about those issues until there is an explosion.
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یخچال دیپوینت
ست شیرالات شودر
سینک گرانیتی ظرفشویی
فر آلتون
یخچال دیپوینت
ست شیرالات شودر
سینک گرانیتی ظرفشویی
فر آلتون
I was in E. Lansing in the Spring and Summer of 1967. My college roommate at the time was a black man, fabulous piano player, brilliant mind, small stature. He was heartbroken. The next year, MLK was killed and that was even worse for him.
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