Eric Garner

The officer who choked Eric Garner to death on camera was not indicted by Staten Island grand jury just now. Expose yourself to this: Do not hide from it. Do not pretend it didn’t happen. Do not pretend the system is just and fair for all people. Imagine you are Eric. Imagine the harassment he faces every day, leading to his reaction when law enforcement starts engaging him after he just broke up a fight. He was doing the job police would have had to do had he not been there. They should have been thanking him. Listen to Eric’s words before he died. “I’m just minding my business, please just leave me alone.” Imagine the fear, the panic as you tell the officers you can’t breathe over and over and yet that arm stays there, firmly around your neck.

Now imagine you are the parent of a black son. Imagine all the training you have to give your son, teaching him to prioritize his safety over his dignity and humanity when interacting with law enforcement. Imagine how many times he’ll interact with law enforcement because of the color of his skin! Imagine the fear you feel, wondering each day whether he’ll even make it home. Imagine having to adjust to this reality, knowing it’s just the way things are here.

One more cop using excessive force walks free. With each non-indictment, each non-conviction, the message becomes stronger and stronger: if you are a police officer, it is legal to kill black people.

Are you okay with this being the status quo or will you work to change it?


Why should I pay more than $10 for a t-shirt?

So a garment factory collapsed in Bangladesh on Wednesday. I saw the story, it made me really sad, I posted it on twitter. Later I saw this post on facebook from my friend Rob:

Come and mourn with me awhile…a tragedy far greater than Boston. A greater loss of life – the racism and classism that will cause this event to pass from our minds like a fleeting breeze – the reality that we are all complicit in and bear guilt for this event. We will not chase down the people responsible for this tragedy…this terrorist act…because they’re too well protected. They are us. They are protected behind arguments about “the way things are”, behind cheap statements about the “direct responsibility” of the indigenes managing the factory, behind worthless defenses about how “$37 a month is better than $0 a month”. 70 lives have been lost today because we want cheap t-shirts more than we want our brothers and sisters to thrive. Maranatha.

Damn, I thought; he’s right. I posted that story on twitter, it made me sad and angry, but that’s where I left it. Honestly, I might not have thought about it again if it weren’t for my friend calling us out on it: Racism. Classism. Ugh.

The situation became ridiculously poignant when I did lectio divina with Mark 8:34-38. Jesus asked the crowd:

“For what benefit is it for a person to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his life?”

Isn’t that precisely what we’ve done? By proxy, through our multinational corporations, we’ve gained the whole world. We can outsource our labor from literally anywhere on the planet. We put out an RFP and give the job to the lowest bidder. “Don’t tell me how you do it,” we tell them, “just get me these shirts at this price.” Why? So that we can pay less than $10 for a t-shirt and those corporations can still make a huge profit.

And in so doing, we have forfeited our life. Specifically, we have literally forfeited the lives of at least 340 Bangladeshi sisters and brothers, people who bear the image of their Creator just like I do. As Father Richard Rohr writes:

Every single person on earth is just as much children of God as we are. Objectively. Theologically. Eternally. Where else do we think they came from? Did some other god create them, except THE GOD? Their divine DNA is the same as ours. We deny our monotheism if we believe anything else.

Isn’t this exactly the kind of thing Jesus was talking about? We have forfeited what is most important in exchange for profit and cheap shirts.

Yes, my friend is right, we should mourn this. And we should not only mourn; let this mourning lead to action! Let us demand that the companies we give our money to get so diligent about auditing their supply chains that people become more important to them than the product itself and the profit it brings. Crazy, right? It’s crazy of me to think that companies could decide that people working in safe conditions and making a living wage is more important than the almighty dollar.

But isn’t that how the market works? Don’t those corporations always say, “we’re just giving people what they want”? I happen to think that most of the time that’s not actually true, that if people really knew the entirety of what they’re buying (like a collapsed factory in Bangladesh), they would realize they don’t actually want that. But I digress… if the companies claim to do what their customers want, then we, the customers, need to vote with our voice and our dollar. Let’s tell them we care about people first, before product. Wondering where to start?

  • Free 2 Work rates companies on how well they’re addressing modern-day slavery. I’ve consulted their iPhone app before making purchases.
  • Slavery Footprint interactively reveals how many slaves work for you.
  • Made In a Free World produces “innovative campaigns, front line projects, consumer engagement tools, and marketable business solutions to get slavery out of our system.” They’ll help businesses move beyond compliance to engagement.
  • Since not all companies have web pages dedicated to corporate responsibility, sometimes you just have to ask. Look up contact info and write a quick email asking how they ensure the folks that work for them are taken care of. I can usually tell right away from the response whether social responsibility is on their radar.
  • For those who want to dig in a bit deeper, Patagonia has compiled a list of books and resources on corporate responsibility.

These are only starting points, focused on making better consumer choices. There are all sorts of creative ways to work for the flourishing of all people. I welcome your ideas in the comments.

As we mourn the passing of our neighbors and pray for the rescue of those still trapped in the rubble, I also pray that this death will bring about new life. May we be awakened (or re-awakened) to take responsibility for the impact of our choices and the way we use our voices. May we celebrate every small step we see anyone taking to be more considerate of their impact upon the world we share and the people who live on it. And may we not give in to despair, thinking that our efforts cannot possibly make a difference. They do.

Books review

A Review of Deepening the Soul for Justice by Bethany Hoang

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The book is divided into seven sections: Transforming Justice, Stop, See, Open, Choose, Ask, Proclaim, and Remember.

I’ll begin by getting my mild criticisms out of the way. First, I feel the tone of the book is a bit too professional. Hoang feels superhuman when writing of her college days, love of Scripture, evening hymn sings with her family and times of stillness and prayer at the office. It’s easy to get the impression that she’s never stopped caring, that she’s faithfully practiced all these disciplines as long as she’s known them. It was hard for me to relate at times. This is balanced some, however, by her descriptions of how hard it can be for her to stop and rest or pray. It’s also her first book, so it’s fair to say that she’s still finding her voice. In the end, it may simply be a matter of taste.


We’re all broken

A week ago Friday twenty year-old Adam Lanza walked into Sandy Hook elementary school in Newton, Connecticut with three guns and started shooting. He killed twenty children and seven other adults, including his mother, before killing himself.

I found it very difficult to function that day after hearing the news shortly after lunch. Since then I have enjoyed the time I’ve had with my daughters, so thankful they’re alive. And I should enjoy them. I have no guarantee of another day with them. If I were to stop enjoying them, only allowing sorrow, evil would win a small but significant victory. Nevertheless, I also need to feel the weight of what happened. I need to cry, to grieve, to groan, and to sit in silence and stillness. I may need to scream.


On Jealousy

Jealousy has crept up and grabbed hold of me. It wasn’t a surprise. It was waiting there, beneath the surface, for the right catalyst to push it out into the light.

You see, I’m a part of a community. I like them. They like me. But sometimes I feel I’m never going to measure up. I stumble along, bumping into obstacles others avoided easily. In fact, nowhere do I sense my own immaturity more than when gathered with this family. While I know that’s a good thing, it doesn’t make it any easier to stay on the journey.

Books Trafficking

Q&A with Jim Martin, author of The Just Church

International Justice Mission (IJM) is a human rights agency that brings rescue to victims of slavery, sexual exploitation and other forms of violent oppression. Jim Martin is Vice President of Church Mobilization at IJM where he helps churches understand issues of injustice and engage in working to end violent oppression.

Q:  Would you please share what prompted you to write The Just Church, and what your main objective was in writing the book at this time?

A: One day I had the realization that it was just a matter of time before I walked in to a bookstore and saw a book with the words “Justice” and “Church” in the title. Having been in ministry for eighteen years—ten of those as a pastor at a church passionate about justice, I realized I had a pretty specific perspective about what kind of book would be most helpful. I wanted to be sure that any book that encouraged churches to engage in justice in a hands-on way would make a strong connection between justice and discipleship rather than simply justice and mission. A few nanoseconds later I realized that, given IJM’s experience with churches over the last decade, we should write that book. I was just at the right place at the right time.

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Faith, Risk, Discipleship, Justice and Joy

The Church Church bookA review of Jim Martin’s new book, The Just Church.

“My faith, my theology, my life experience, simply could not accomodate Marta’s story. I wanted to unlearn what I’d just heard–to purge it from my mind. But that was impossible. I racked my brain for some comforting thought, some idea, some theological construct, some passage of Scripture that would quench the fire of emotion raging in my chest. I was uncomfortable with the level of anger I was feeling–rage, even–toward anyone who would destroy the lives of children like the ones in the pictures before me. But at the failure point, there is no such help, no easy answer. The faith I had brought with me to Peru simply failed” (The Just Church, p. 39).

So Jim Martin describes his first up-close encounter with violent injustice. What he describes is remarkably similar to the first time I heard the stories: Stories that begin with someone’s dignity being ripped away by someone more powerful and end with the hopeful response of God’s people resulting in rescue and rehabilitation.