I’m sitting in my gazebo looking out over my yard. There are big trees and flower beds. There is food for birds here – both in feeders I fill and in the fertile ground where we grow all manner of things. The birds perch on my fence for a moment as they swish and swoop between yards. To them the fence is not a barrier. It is merely a place to light for a spell as they move throughout their much larger domain.
But what is my fence, to me? Protection? A stamp marking this yard as my own? It defines my land as something to defend; and with defense, justification of violence quickly follows. Maybe the fence is even a status symbol ~ of something I have accomplished. Something I can measure, and measure others against.
In the LoR community we often talk about power. We talk about the ways that we wield toxic power. We talk about whether or not we can (and how to) leverage our power on behalf of others. I’ve participated in or observed multiple conversations on the topic and I think it can get tricky. We don’t always agree on what power is or what it could look like to wield it well. For me, it all keeps coming back to ‘power over’. Power in and of itself is not a limited resource. If you have power (agency, means, influence), that does not automatically diminish my power. But ‘power over’ is limited. For me to have ‘power over’ you, you cannot also have ‘power over’ me. Maybe the American dream isn’t really about a house, two kids and a white picket fence at all. Maybe that was just a pretty picture painted to disguise the fact that it’s actually about becoming better than someone else – as many someones as I can.
In white supremacy the goal has always been to create a group or groups that even the most disadvantaged white person can feel we still have power over. And it has worked for so many, for so long. We have been wooed by an idea that something better is owed to us. And if not something better than what I already have, it should at least be better than what they have. And we lie to ourselves here. “I don’t think I’m better than black people. I’m thankful I have a job and can afford this house. I earned it.” But at bare minimum, I am exerting ‘power over’ by my complacency in the face of a system that gives me unearned advantages. The wage gap helps me afford what my counterpart may not be able to. The color of my skin helps me during the mortgage approval process (when I actually didn’t have savings for a downpayment). And the advantages go on and on.
It’s nice to think I can blame someone else ~ British colonizers, founding fathers, wealthy execs, Donald Trump. None of them seem to care about fixing the system. In fact, these are the ones who built and uphold the system. That’s not entirely untrue but it places a comfortable distance between me and the problem (or between me and the solution).
We live in a place and a time where we’ve accepted this power imbalance as the norm. We each might think we’re navigating our way through to the best of our ability but in fact I find I often resort to navigating my way through to MY greatest advantage. It’s time to tear down the barriers which separate us and measure us. It’s time we lay down our arms, that we say we use only to protect, and rather share resources. And it’s time to lay down our ‘power over’. That’s why I’m committed to staying under the leadership of black men and women, who are experts in the understanding of toxic power structures. It’s time for me to humble myself. Time to listen, learn, and walk in community with others ~ with action, intention and faithful engagement.
Will you walk with me?
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