Here’s how Jesus was a fence to me this morning: we thought that the vent cleaners were coming at 9, but they arrived while I was in the shower. I was trapped in the bathroom! My bashful kids stayed in their rooms. So just my blue-eyed, alabaster-skinned husband presented.
The vent cleaner walked around the house with my husband. He said we didn’t need his services! We get to keep our money!🙌🏾
He complimented our house, and then...he started complaining about the people of color who are ruining his neighborhood with their criming.
He complimented our house, and then...he started complaining about the people of color who are ruining his neighborhood with their criming.
My husband walked him to and through the door.
If I had greeted him, would he have charged us for services we didn’t need? Would he have treated me with dignity?
I live with constant anxiety about whether I will be unfairly treated and overcharged b/c of my gender and race.
If I had greeted him, would he have charged us for services we didn’t need? Would he have treated me with dignity?
I live with constant anxiety about whether I will be unfairly treated and overcharged b/c of my gender and race.
I am grateful that Jesus was a fence to me today, but please know that we live in a world where my white husband was a buffer to racialized nonsense—I didn’t leave my house; it came to me. We shouldn’t need white proxies in order to get equitable treatment.
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