Updated: Apr 24
i know he meant well.
he is a good neighbor.
he cares and keeps a watchful eye.
we live in a racially diverse neighborhood.
we exist in vastly different worlds.
he came over with a question about
with a magazine story about a Pastor in Kintampo,
that needs a new truck.
he wants to help.
in that moment i did not have the heart
to teach him of the troubles
missionaries have wrought throughout
to disguise the real terror of the strange white men
that came and plundered and raped
and colonized all in the name of the white Jesus.
they came with a new magic,
with Bibles and machines and guns that mesmerized
black minds and terrorized
black bodies as things slowly fell apart—
while Africans became subjugated,
and left looking to the people they think
look like that picture of Jesus
to save them.
invite hard conversations.