I wanted to share an article my daughter wrote for her
I told Rebecca how proud of her I am, and I reminded her
that all this is not what Jesus wants.
I believe as Christians we need to let people know that this
is not what we want either.
It’s up to us now
by Rebecca McKinsey, Staff Writer
November 11, 2016
I’ve cried a lot since Tuesday night.
A lot of people have.
We’ve cried as we’ve heard heart-wrenching stories of
hatred, of ignorance, of ugliness.
They’re pouring out this week at alarming rates.
Someone approached a Muslim woman at a store, pulled off her
hijab and told her to hang herself with it.
A man yelled at a woman using sign language, “This is white
America now. Take your retarded self and go somewhere else.”
One man came up to a woman he didn’t know in a bar, grabbed
her and kissed her, then defended his actions.
A man found a sign on his windshield: “White power. … Deport
all niggers, Muslims, faggots, wetbacks.”
People are setting rainbow flags, representing gay pride,
attached to people’s homes on fire.
A group of white men called an Asian man “bin-Laden” and
threatened to burn him on a cross.
A Muslim woman who needed a heart monitor asked for a
doctor’s letter so she could prove to people that it wasn’t a bomb.
Four white men approached a black woman and threatened to
kill her, called her a waste of air and said they would have shot her there if
there weren’t witnesses.
Women have had strangers grab them by the crotch in public.
One Muslim woman had a knife pulled on her.
People are wearing shirts stamped with the words, “Rope.
Tree. Journalist. Some assembly required.”
And in schools, with this country’s kids, this is happening
“Kids are scared and bullies feel emboldened,” wrote one
elementary-school mother online.
Kids in schools are running through the hallways, screaming
They’re waving Confederate flags and calling black
classmates the n-word.
One student told another, “Shut up, you illegal immigrant!”
Kindergarten students are telling their Latino classmates to
“go back to Mexico.”
Others are telling black classmates to “go back to Africa.”
Kids are drawing swastikas on their school bathroom walls.
Some Muslim kids are going to school for the first time
without their hijabs, too scared to wear them.
One student who still wore hers had it ripped off by
Many students, as young as elementary-school age, are
chanting at school, “Build a wall!”
White students at one school yelled at black students,
“Cotton picker … Heil Hitler.”
At one school, white students lined up and formed a physical
wall to block Latino students from entering.
Multiple male students of varying ages have told their
female classmates that they’re going to “grab them by the p***y.” That that’s
One 10-year-old student had to leave school because a male
classmate turned words into actions and grabbed her vagina.
One message scrawled on a school wall: “Yall black ppl better
start picking yall slave numbers. KKK 4 lyfe.”
The fact that anyone is needing to use the phrase “make our
schools safe again” is heartbreaking.
When people say they are scared, this is what they’re
When people can’t stop crying this week, this is why.
If you’re reading these stories, these sentiments, and you
agree with them, shame on you.
Don’t be the person who believes that the existence in this
country of people who are different than you is something that needs to be
Understand that your whiteness and your straightness and
your maleness doesn’t make you better. More important. More worthy.
This week, I’ve seen people laugh at others’ fear, at their
tears, at their reactions, and that’s sickening.
Because the truth is that way too many people who aren’t
middle- or upper-class, who aren’t white, who aren’t straight, who aren’t
Christians, who aren’t men, are scared.
I’ve seen that too often this week, with my black friends,
Latino friends, gay friends, poor friends, female friends, friends with
disabilities, friends who weren’t born in this country.
And that breaks my heart.
It’s hard not to feel buried and hopeless as a member of one
of those demographics.
And I’ll be the last to tell people to calm down, to not be
upset, that they’re overreacting.
Because I’ve shed tears this week. I’ve felt physically ill
But I’ve also seen beauty this week. I’ve seen people
banding together. I’ve seen love.
I’m choosing to believe — to hope — that this hatred, this
ugliness, this ignorance isn’t representative of our country. Of most of its
Prove me right.
Recognize the fact that what makes us great isn’t our skin
color, where we were born or who we’re attracted to.
Decades ago, Martin Luther King Jr. said, “Hate cannot drive
out hate; only love can do that.”
His words are as relevant today as they were then.
So let’s be horrified by actions like this and make sure
that they’re not the norm. That they’re not what’s accepted.
Let’s volunteer. Let’s give to organizations that are doing
things we believe in. Let’s talk to people who are different from us, learn
from them, embrace them, not tear them down. Let’s smile, and laugh, and give,
and love. Let’s be kind. Let’s recognize that hatred and division don’t get us
anywhere, and they’re not who we are.
And for everyone who’s scared? I get it. But we can’t give
up. We can’t crawl into a hole. We can’t leave.
I’m scared, too.
And if you’re not scared, take a moment, open your eyes,
look around and acknowledge that many people are.
Make sure you’re not the reason why.
Be louder than this.
Be better than this.
Let’s not make hate the norm.
We can’t let it win.