I should probably be polite and use diplomatic language to describe the way I feel – but hearing that Ferguson (Missouri) Police Officer Darren Wilson was not indicted by a Grand Jury for shooting Michael Brown has me pissed off.
I’m pissed off because another man shot and killed another boy and got away with it.
I’m pissed off because another white man shot and killed another black boy and got away with it.
I’m pissed off because another trained cop shot and killed another unarmed civilian and got away with it.
And if I, a white Canadian man, am pissed off, how much harder must this be for people who actually have something in common with Michael Brown? I am angry beyond what polite words can describe, and I haven’t lived any of the experience of Michael Brown. So I started to wonder, why do these cases bother me so? The conclusion I reached is one that makes me very uncomfortable.
The reason these injustices bother me so is not because of some imagined affinity with the victims, but because of how much I have in common with the perpetrators.
I’m sick to my stomach because if I were a few sizes smaller I’d look like Darren Wilson.
I’m sick to my stomach because if I were a few years older I’d look like Robert McCulloch (the St Louis County Prosecutor whose actions made sure the Grand Jury would never indict Officer Wilson).
I’m sick to my stomach because I look like all those commentators out there who don’t even understand how racist they are when they call Mike Brown a thug.
This case, and so many more like it, disturbs me to the core and the reason is that in every single one you could swap the photo of the police officer (or the security guard or the neighbourhood watch member) with mine and no one would blink. I’m not offended because of a connection with the victim, I’m offended because there is so little that separates me from the offenders. I’m not Darren Wilson – but before his face was splashed across the news you wouldn’t have any way of knowing that.
Injustice is real, and it benefits me
Racism is real. There are more opportunities available to me as a white man than there are for people of colour. There are doors that, both figuratively and literally, are open to me but not to others with a different skin colour. Now I know that there are those out there who will point out that there are affirmative action programs in education, that on job postings you see things like “women, visible and sexual minorities are encouraged to apply”. It’s true – but if you think that puts me at a disadvantage you don’t understand what’s going on. No one needs to encourage me to apply, no one needs to create a space for me in a classroom, no one needed to go to court or parliament for my right to marry the person I love. If we lived in a genuinely equal society we wouldn’t need to encourage minorities to apply because they would have the confidence that their application would be judged on its merit and not discarded because of an ethnic, or female name. I was born into a world that laid everything at my feet, and the fact that a few steps are being taken to give others the same chance I was born with doesn’t negate my privilege, it proves it.
And when it comes to life and death, being born who I am means that I’m far less likely to die at the hands of authority. I can go for a jog after the sun sets without being stopped by a passing police cruiser to ask what I am doing. I can go the 7-11 in jeans and a sweater for an ice tea and skittles without the neighbourhood watch getting anxious. I can walk past police at a public event and joke with them saying that “I didn’t do it” and get a laugh instead of being interrogated about what “it” was. I can walk in and out of banks and jewelry stores without drawing even a second glance from security guards. Even if I have done something wrong, odds are that I’m more likely to get a warning or a fine they are options, less likely to go to jail if I do get arrested and if it happens in a place with capital punishment I’m less likely to be sentenced to death than a person of colour convicted of the same offence. And the scenario where I would be shot by police is so far fetched that it’s not even worth writing. The system is set up to protect me at the expense of those who aren’t like me.
God hates injustice
Perhaps by now you’re wondering – why does all this bother me? Afterall, the whole thing is set up to benefit me. Well first of all it bothers me because I’m no more human than the so-called others who pay the price for my privilege. Our hearts beat the same rhythms, our lungs breathe the same air, our mouths eat the same bread. That’s all the reason I need to feel sick when another human being is subjected to injustice. But if I needed another I could turn to my faith in a God who hates injustice. Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin and hundreds of other young men of colour whose names I don’t know were created in the same image of God as me. The books of the prophets are filled with themes of justice, either calling an unjust nation to repent or promising an oppressed nation deliverance. The words of Jesus are filled with justice. Even Paul wrote that there was no division in Christ.
The injustice of our systems may benefit people like me in the short-term, but in the end I believe that God will bring justice to the world and those who are shedding the blood young black men will have to account for it before a perfectly just judge. What makes me so uncomfortable is how easy it would be to count me among those subject to that judgement. Now of course I believe in forgiveness and redemption. I am not saying that these people are lost, but that there is something for which they as individuals and we as a community need to repent.
I do have faith that the injustice of Ferguson and those like it can be redeemed, but for that to happen the community of people who look like me need to repent our sins.
Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. – Jesus