I
am not afraid of the words of the violent, but of the silence of the honest.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Several
weeks on a Sunday night my wife and I were eating our dinner at the Chinese buffet
in our community. I heard a commotion
over by the cash register. At first I
thought it was an overly excited softball team after a big win. Then I heard “do any of you have jobs,”
followed by “you’re all probably on welfare.”
The increasingly loud voice shouted: “Go back where you came from.” Some racial slurs, the most offensive kind,
filled the air.
I went
over to the cash register. Eight young
women of color in Muslim garb were standing there, ranging from maybe 8 years
of age to 20 or so. I asked what was
going on. The older woman told me the
woman was calling them n****** and telling them to get out of the country. She then asked me, looking a bit confused, if
the woman doing the shouting realized she was in a Chinese restaurant.
I went out
to the sidewalk where the restaurant manager was talking with the disruptive
woman and her male companion. I got my
phone out in case I needed to call the police; she was quite agitated. She woman looked at me and asked if I were
calling the police. I replied not yet,
that I was there to provide safe passage for any of the young women who wished
to leave the restaurant. Finally the
woman and her male companion walked to their SUV. As she got into her vehicle, she shouted to
no one in particular for whom she thought people should vote in the upcoming
election.
Why did
this scare me? I was not surprised that
there are people like her in my community.
There always have been and always will be; this is nothing new. This is not what scared me.
I was concerned
because she felt free, unprovoked by anything more than the color of these
young women’s skin and their religious garb, to shout ugly and foulmouthed
things at them in a crowded restaurant on a Sunday evening in my community. She felt she had license to verbally assault strangers
young enough to be her daughters and granddaughters in a restaurant without any
consequences. I found that unsettling.
Reflecting upon this, I realized what really scared me: she was
right. She was free to do this
without any consequences. No one
intervened. Everyone else sat at their
tables, enjoying their meal, doing nothing.
For this woman there were no consequences except a request from the
manager that they move outside.
That
restaurant should have emptied out.
Everyone should have been on the sidewalk forming a corridor of safety
for these young and shaken women.
The
foulmouthed woman did not scared me; the passivity of everyone else scared me.
As Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. wrote: “He who passively accepts evil is as much
involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without
protesting against it is really cooperating with it.” That woman had a
restaurant full of coconspirators that Sunday evening in August.
William
Butler Yeats wrote in “The Second Coming”:
Turning and turning in the widening
gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and
everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the
worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
“The best
lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity;” and the
centre gives way. Jesus was concerned about what happens when the “best lack
all conviction.”
You are the salt of the earth; but
if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored? It is no longer
good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled underfoot. “You
are the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid. No one after
lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket, but on the lampstand, and it
gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before
others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in
heaven (Matt 5:13-16).
It is time
for some salt and light because I am getting truly concerned.Jim Kelsey
Executive Minister-American Baptist Churches of New York State
