I came into contact with Carla via her blog. In the short time that we have "known" each other I have found her to be encouraging, supportive and a great communicator. I consider it a privilege that she would even consider doing a blog post for BSN! Thank you in advance Carla!
“Can we all get along?”
Five words. Spoken by an assaulted man. Repeated countless times since that day twenty years ago.
Last week marked the twentieth anniversary of the Los Angeles riots incited by citizens furious over the acquittal of four L.A. police officers that had brutally beaten L.A. resident Rodney King.
Rodney King happened to be African American. The officers happened to be Caucasian. And while Rodney King was no saint (he was a 25-year-old convicted robber on parole at the time), his speeding violation and intoxication didn’t warrant the inhumane beating he received at the hands of the men commissioned to “protect and serve.”
And when those overzealous officers received an acquittal, the city of L.A. turned upside down. The upheaval from those riots led to more than 50 deaths and $1 billion in property damage.
After three days of riots, King emerged from seclusion to speak those infamous five words, “People I just want to say, can we all get along?”
People around America have been asking that same question for the last twenty years: Can we all get along?
This past decade, I think most U.S. citizens would have answered this question positively in regards to race relations. Many of us would have probably stated something along these lines: Well, we’re not getting along as well as we could, but we’re getting along a lot better than we did.
But then, something happens in our country to shake us up. We are tested. Sifted. A flashlight beams a light right between our eyes. And we notice our reflection in the mirror is not as lovely as we once thought.
It’s actually quite flawed.
February 26, 2012. A day in our country that tested us, sifted us, beamed a light between our eyes. When neighborhood watchman George Zimmerman shot and killed 17-year-old Trayvon Martin, we realized we hadn’t come as far as we thought we had.
Almost immediately Trayvon Martin’s tragic death became a racial battle. The African American community shouted outrage over this unarmed teenage boy’s murder in his father’s neighborhood. We posed in hoodies, shot pics in them and posted those pics on our Facebook profiles.
While Zimmerman awaits trial, I’ll choose not to speculate on the specific events of that fateful night. I cannot say for sure that Trayvon fell victim to racial profiling. And the question that will never be answered – if Trayvon had been Caucasian, would he be alive today?
One thing’s for sure. Our country is a long way from healed in the area of race relations. We’re not as far as we think we are.
We work together and live together, but few of us play together. And very few of us worship together.
In 1958, Martin Luther King, Jr. wrote these words: “Unfortunately, most of the major denominations still practice segregation in local churches, hospitals, schools and other church institutions. It is appalling that the most segregated hour of Christian America is eleven o’clock on Sunday morning, the same hour when many are standing to sing: “In Christ There is No East or West.”
That was 1958. Unfortunately, despite a few exceptions, not much has changed regarding eleven o’clock Sunday morning in the U.S.
But I’m grateful for the exceptions. My husband happens to pastor one of them. And I’m grateful for ministries like Blended Souls Network.
May we always support the exceptions.
May we be the exception.
* Carla is a pastor’s wife, writer and advocate for justice. Her husband Anthony is a teaching pastor at Mosaic Church of Central Arkansas and campus pastor to Mosaic’s Conway campus. They are raising four precious children, Kalin, Christian, Joelle and Jada. You can follow Carla’s life and ponderings at her blog “Deep Waters” @ www.carlaadairhendricks.blogspot.com.