White People™: That’s Not My Name

“I was their first connection to a new culture, a new country, as a teacher, I felt that if I didn’t make an effort to pronounce their name correctly, it showed I didn’t care about who they were.” – Jon Gundry  Names are important. They carry family histories, reveal cultural clues, they give people that…

Dancing in the Moonlight

It was a warm summer night, the moon was full and I was just about to leave Austin and start my time at the University of North Texas. For years I had been hiding who I was from myself but under the mesquite trees in my friend’s front yard, I looked past the branches and I stared at the moon. Over the sound cicadas hissing, I heard a voice inside say, “Stop hiding”.

Like Dust

Marching is sacramental. It is sacred. It is holy. It is a gift from God to minority groups that need to have their voices heard.

The Problem with Blanket Theology

First, your suspicions are correct, this image has spelled the name Abel incorrectly, second you must be curious about what the Bible verse Jeremiah 17:9 says. It says, “The heart is devious above all else; it is perverse—who can understand it?”

Marching for My Family

These aren’t distant families I have no attachment to, when I was marching they became my family, when they came “under the care” of my country, they became my blood. And I will keep raising hell until they are treated with dignity.