Showing posts with label compromise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label compromise. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Open Letter to President of Emory University


Dear Jim,

I suppose you are used to titles such as President Wagner, but after reading your essay and subsequent “clarification” concerning the “3/5 compromise,” I know of other un-Christian names which would also apply, so we will “compromise” by addressing you with your first name.

For those unfamiliar with the essay and clarification, both can be read at this link:  http://www.emory.edu/EMORY_MAGAZINE/issues/2013/winter/register/president.html

As a pastor, I am willing to extend you grace and forgiveness for your mistake in your original essay saying that the “3/5 compromise” (i.e. to determine the population of the United States, and thus Congressional Power, slaves would be counted as 3/5 of a human) was “working toward the highest aspiration they both [the North and the South] shared.”  I am willing to grant you grace, however, your second “explanation” essay is nothing short of damage control. 

Your explanation was awkward at best.  Your explanations leave us with too many unknowns while your original essay suggests that the “3/5 compromise” was part of a “messy debate” that held the nation together.

We live in a sad reality where people who live in ivory towers, such as yourself, Jim, rarely face the consequences of their actions. Yes, you may feel guilt for what happened.  People may protest.  You may receive letters and e mails that your staff will read that you will most likely never see, but Jim, I doubt that you will face any real consequences.

For a moment, Jim, put yourself in the shoes of an African-American student on your campus.  Think of how this student had to struggle just to get to be a student at your campus.  Our society is filled with barriers for people of color, the poor, and those who come from unprivileged backgrounds.  Think of how that same student is looked at differently by the very professors whom you employ.  He or she may perform at the same level, but because of the color of his or her skin, there is suspicion and a hidden and unspoken standard of which I think you wouldn’t dare deny.  Jim, we all know that some college aged people who are experiencing their first taste of freedom will take full advantage of that and engage in parties where alcohol and/or drugs may be present.  Maybe you did so yourself, Jim.  I cannot claim to be innocent from my college days.  Let’s pretend that a white student and a black student on the very same night engage in underage drinking.  In your heart of hearts, should both pass before a police vehicle, who do you think would be suspected of wrongdoing more than the other?

As a university president, and as a president of an institution as prestigious as Emory, you should have known that this was not a good idea.   I have to ask you, Jim, at what point did it cross your mind that this topic was THE topic of “compromise?” 

I commend you for apologizing, but again, I question whether that is enough.  What would have happened if an African-American University President made a similar comment about white privilege?  I think we can agree, Jim, that he or she would face tougher consequences than you will face. 

I’m not a person who seeks revenge, but I am one who looks out for my neighbor.  Jim, you insulted and injured my neighbor.  Your explanation did little, if anything, to heal the wounds.  In one essay, you brought to life an institution that has oppressed millions of people since the 1600’s and continues to do so today.  What was once slavery in the United States (or in the 1600’s – colonial fields for various nations) is still alive and well as racism.  Rather than heal, you reopened the wounds.  If I dare use slavery terms, you added more lashes on to the backs of our African-American brothers and sisters – people I call friends.  You hurt people who are not here by choice, whose ancestors were forced to work in inhumane conditions, whose families were sold as property, and people who do not even have the ability to know their own history, Jim.

I honestly do not know what you can do to make things better.  Maybe you can volunteer some time in a homeless shelter or ministry to see what it is like to truly be oppressed. Get to know these people.  See their humanity.  See the face of God as you look into their eyes.  But, Jim, if you do so only out of guilt, you’ve lost the meaning and the effort is lost.  I pray, Jim, that you are not lost and this was only a dumb mistake.  I pray that you will do something more meaningful than this weak apology and weaker explanation.

In Christ,

TH

Monday, August 1, 2011

How Mature...A Parable for Modern Times

Much of what I have to say is true.  I may elaborate some situations, but for the most part this is a small autobiographical sketch of a short period of my life.  Should you find some parable for modern times (i.e. Congress/President) in here that is completely coincidental.  Names (except my own) will be changed but the descriptions are more often than not quite accurate as I remember them.


In the mid '90's I was in high school.  I was opinionated to the point of my own peril.  I would often argue with people just to have an argument...or just to "prove" that I was right and they were wrong.

I eventually met my match.  Let's call this person Jane (all anonymous females are called Jane..I wonder why that is???).  Jane was just as opinionated as I was, and our opinions were often in direct conflict.  Whether or not we really disagreed was not the point....We just felt it our solemn duty to argue and drive everyone crazy.

We were especially vocal in one particular class.  I fear that we monopolized this class.  The class was intended to teach an academic subject, and we would argue on inconsequential issues.  I suppose we detracted somewhat, if not a lot from the issues that were really important.

Our arguments ranged from stupid things such as the best Pro Football team to our opinions on a variety of inconsequential "high school" issues.  This was not just a chance to argue...we were truly mean to one another.  All of the arguments included personal attacks on the other's character.

Looking back, I see that none of this had anything to do with "the price of rice in China."  We were just 2 stubborn teenagers who always had to be right...even when we were wrong.

Our senior year of high school, a change happened.  We realized that if we unified our opinions and arguments we could control the tenor of the class.  So, we would stage arguments where we were not actually mad at each other, but we would argue none the less.  I suppose it was attention seeking behavior.

Did anything get solved by our arguing?  Well, we annoyed a lot of people, hurt each other's feelings, and drove the teacher crazy.  But, when we unified our talent for arguing, it was amazing how the situation changed.  Now, we were the "entertainment" of the class.  But more importantly, we were no longer seeing the other as "evil" or "bad."  We saw the other as a partner.  Of course we didn't agree on everything, but we saw the value in the other person's opinion.  When we did disagree, we did it as friends.

Again, what you've read is a short autobiographical sketch.  Take it for what you will.