Black Masculinity, Societal Indifference, and Church Socialization
Racial Reconciliation: Black Masculinity, Societal Indifference, and Church Socialization pursues the deconstruction and construction of black masculinity. This book is partly exploratory in that it presents an abundance of profound quotes from historical and contemporary blacks who have a vested interest in race relations. It could be that the United States of America has not been ready to be receptive to the idea that blacks not only can recognize their own oppression but also can articulate with accuracy the human nature of the oppressor. This book aims to directly confront the nature and extent of racism and discrimination in an era that boasts about racial progress and a similar era whereby modern day churches perceive themselves as beacons of morality and racial harmony.
Meet Me Lord, So That I May Reconcile
I respect Bessie, my mother. In fact, my life has been a testament of trying to honor her, so the narrative below speaks to a depth of turmoil that only spiritual reconciliation could effectively counter. Additionally, I miss my brother Jeff, dearly. His passing in March of 2019 represented an emotional jolt. It is as if his passing severed a piece of my heart. The deaths of my mother and brother have in common that I didn’t feel I could stand up to the slightest breeze. It might as well have been a windstorm effecting an unstable walk everywhere I went. The irony is that it seems poetic justice that Jeff, my mother’s favorite, would be the first to follow her, departing this lifetime. Perhaps these two have transitioned to a place where they are not capable of looking back on this world in a way that matters, so maybe it’s time to reconcile in a manner that restores an intangible good. The intangible good being that there is something special about the relationship between mother and son and there is truth to the fact that brothers are born for adversity.
I was born September 14, 1968. I have two older brothers, Tony and Jeffrey, and two younger sisters, Paula and Sonnettle. I guess I am what you call a double middle-child having two older brothers and ←ix | x→two younger sisters. There was a time...
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