by Lyndsey Graves
Let’s all talk about what we’re tired of.
In the nine months I’ve worked at a church food
pantry/Sunday breakfast, I’ve been called a racist on at least three occasions,
all three times because someone I’d never met asked for something I was holding
in my hand and I didn’t give it to them. It was a slap in the face. I felt powerless.
Another thing I’m tired of being called is White Bitch,
which is usually my name when I ignore the catcallers on the street in my
neighborhood.
I also don’t like being catcalled generally.
I’m tired of waiting in line for food at the food pantry,
waiting for the bus, waiting in line at the DSS, waiting for the food stamp
line at the farmer’s market, the dirty looks I get when I pull out my food
stamp card, and I don’t even feel the half of it because I choose my thrift
store clothes so I don’t look poor.
I’m tired of hearing a Southern accent being used as
shorthand to imitate a moron.
I’m tired of letting “Pentecostal” slip and having others laugh
nervously, or assume that I and the scholars I learned under at a Pentecostal
institution are not “in dialog with the older, more developed theologies of the
West”. Are there plenty of Pentecostals with a narrow
theological vocabulary or whose practice does not span the global history of
Christianity? Sure, that’s true of any Christian tradition. But writing off an
entire denomination as being “out of touch” is reckless and irresponsible.
My race, gender, socioeconomic class, regional background,
and religion are all aspects of my identity others have used to dismiss me – to
disempower me.
But usually, unless I am in physical danger (which I don’t
think Mr. Jones is), I try to see these incidents, while upsetting, as
opportunities. They’re opportunities for dialog (not diatribes) with people who make such hurtful insults or
assumptions – and opportunities to live my life in a way that proves their
assumptions wrong.
I think legitimate complaints about being called a racist
exist; I think I have legitimate
reasons to be hurt and defensive against the accusations of racism I’ve
experienced. Even in less clear-cut cases, cases in
which the accusation of being racist might be true even if I don’t see the ways
in which it is, I find long discussions and accusations and nitpicking complaints
about privilege can very quickly become tiresome and counterproductive.
But the point is not whether or not Tony Jones’ grievances are
legitimate. What his article makes most abundantly clear to me is that he’s not very used to being tired of
anything. The overblown tirade of a blog post and the snarly lashing-out
against quite reasonable commenters seem like the almost farcical ravings of a man trying to avoid even a moment of
self-reflection.
It’s the difference between:
So this is what it
feels like to be misrepresented, disempowered, shut down, and talked over.
And:
I’m a victim of your
over-sensitive vocabulary-policing progressive privilege!
Hmm.
Incidentally, I do think such privilege exists. I don’t think Jones is actually a victim
of it. I think both people he refers to made very good, non-hysterical points
that warranted a more humble, self-reflective response than “get off my back”.
But, come on, everybody – if that’s how he feels, that’s how
he feels.
Welcome to the club, Tony. We’d all love to hear about how you feel marginalized, just as soon as you extend the same consideration to others.
Lyndsey
lives and works in Syracuse, NY. She majored in theology at Lee
University, which is like eating cake or listening to thunderstorms -
too enjoyable to be called work. Also, no one will pay you to do it. You can follow her on Twitter @lyndseygraves and you can find more of her writing at her blog To Be Honest.
You can follow On Pop Theology on Twitter @OnPopTheology or like us on Facebook at www.facebook.com/OnPopTheology.
You might also like:
You can follow On Pop Theology on Twitter @OnPopTheology or like us on Facebook at www.facebook.com/OnPopTheology.
You might also like: