Darkie
I recently attended a youth group meeting where the youth leader called out "darkies" as a greeting. This was a merely a greeting and the other black people I was with seemed not make much of it. It was after all a "joke". Besides we are all brothers in Christ. Equals. All that hullabaloo on race should not matter because this is the new SA. We are all equal now. This was not racism. This was church. There is no racism at church now is there. Much to my surprise, I did not react as I always thought I would if I should ever encounter racism face to face. With anger or, if I was composed enough, a ruthless but calm criticism of his blatant racism disguised as familiarity. I did none of these things. I really am not sure if it was the Holy Spirit that held my tongue or if it was the fear of disturbing the peace and tampering what promised to be a fun (and it was, despite that rocky start) and spiritually fulfilling evening. What I do know for sure is how I felt at...