Peace is a Middle-Class American Luxury
Note: This is part 1 of a 3 part series. Read Part 2.
The year was 1856. The sun beat down on the cotton fields and the dark backs of dozens of African Americans bent in manual labor on a plantation in Alabama. An overweight white man sitting in the shade seemed to be the only one not working, but a closer glance revealed the whip and pistol on his belt to be more than pleasantries. His job was not an easy one—he spent day and night keeping the slaves in subordination to him. Someday, he knew, the day could very well come when the slaves would rise up—to shed his blood—because he was the object that stood between them and freedom.That day came.
He was cruelly killed, but the slaves were free to begin their lives over again—and experienced freedom from oppression in ways they had never known before in their lives.
Yet, the institutional church rebuked the slaves for their rebellion and especially their “guiltless” violence. But is the church, even the “Peace” church, any different today? Peace is after all only an American middle class luxury because it too often supports the rhetoric for oppression.
Who is responsible for the violence caused by a situation in which a group of people dare to see themselves as human beings and fight for that right?
Too often, we “nonviolent” American churchgoers will point fingers at the oppressed instead of the oppressor. (Just think of Iraq, Oklahoma City, 9-11, Middle Eastern conflict, Vietnam, etc etc etc.)
Why?
Because we are using “peace” as the end goal instead of seeing it as the method—the catalyst—for accomplishing the real end goal—justice, equity and salvation.
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Jun 16th 2007
Heavy thoughts and I agree
Jun 20th 2007
Art - hey I like your thoughts about peace being the method rather than the end goal.
Jun 22nd 2007
Ya, hey someone is actually thinking about peace and what it’s roots/origins/meanings are…
Nice analysis.
Too heavy for me peabrain though…