They're calling it Mourning in America.
I’m hurting. Shocking. We’re all hurting. Shocking. Donald Trump is President. Not Shocking.
The entire day of November 8, I was suffering what felt to be anxiety attacks. I had a terrible innate sense of what was going to happen. Then it finally became clear. Everyone was shocked. I was not.
I’m a black man. Shocking. I have tattoos. Shocking. I was born in Oakland, California and thus, I rock a Raiders Cap. Shocking.
I’m a graduate of a private University in Irvine, California. Not Shocking. I’m a 22-year-old pastoral figure to many. Not Shocking. I’m an entrepreneur who reads the intellectual works of Plato and Aristotle for recreation. Not shocking.
And now Donald Trump is president and tensions are at an all-time high, while the inner core of America is going to erupt. Naturally, I am nervous and anxious for the future of the nation. We live in a fragile world made up of afraid people. And now all those that are afraid are under the reign – I mean tyranny – I mean presidency of Trump along with his House and Senate.
Minutes into his speech I already hear one of his supporter’s yell “Kill Obama”. MINUTES IN.
Just in case shouting “Trump that Bitch” or shouting “Kill Obama” isn’t offensive enough, I will remind you that when a black man hears a Trump supporter shout “Kill Obama” openly, and Trump does nothing about it, but pauses, and continues with his fitting speech, then I feel a feeling of caution that I thought only my ancestors would feel. I am bracing myself to experience in 2016, what I thought only my ancestors would experience.
Here’s the worst part. The Church voted Trump into office.
My beautiful Church that I have fought hard for. The Church that I have served. The Church whose books I’ve read and sermons I’ve listened to. The Church that I have so many times offered my black gifts for free and for the love of serving God. The Church that I have walked my black-ass Jordans into and preached my hilarious sermons about loving everybody.
For clarity, the Church that I serve is amazing and beautiful and perfect, REUNION Santa Ana. They have done no wrong and they have been incredibly supportive of me and for them, I am blessed.
But in the same way that I am able to identify Philando Castile and Trayvon Martin as ME. I also am able to see American Christian leaders as ME. This creates an unbearable level of inner conflict, confusion, and further cognitive dissonance.
This is the moment in History where the Church is supposed to be the foundation built on a rock. The Church is supposed to be the united body of Christ that loves, all lives, and fights for the oppressed. Not ignore them. Not shout “Kill Them”.
I love God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. But I am not for this blinded American organization – I mean institution – I mean church. AGAIN, we see the Church on the wrong side of history.
David Duke supports Trump. That is all I see. That is all that every minority group in this beautifully black, hispanic, muslim, LGBTQ, nation sees.
As a leader, especially a black leader to many, many white people whom I love dearly. Remember, my mother is white. I can’t be silent anymore. I am anxious for the future, but I am hopeful. I am hopeful knowing that all of the evils of this Nation are now rising to the surface.
It is at this moment that I am comforted and reminded that Jesus is not American.
I will continue to spend my life following the way of Jesus. I will mourn with those who mourn (despite any of my political, religious opinions). I will weep with those who weep. I will love all and call out the “brood of vipers” if they take issue with my bold approach to life. That’s the Jesus I’ve studied about. That’s the Lion of Judah. That’s the Son from Nazareth.