Antiracism resources

Hello there!

Some have asked for resources to explore to learn more about race, white fragility, white supremacy and reconciliation. I’ve compiled a list below that have been recommended to me primarily by people of color, Christian bloggers working within racial reconciliation (and who have Black sons) or those from an education/research background. Some of them I’ve read and some are on my “to read” list. I would recommend looking at a few and just start somewhere. Pick a book and start. I challenge you not to put it down when it makes you angry or when you feel offended. This is where I sit and explore (easier said than done). I know that something has triggered me so I think through it, talk about it with someone, pray about it and pause from reading more. Ultimately, it tends to be something within me that needs to be changed or softened and a new perspective is to be yielded. 

If you’re Christian, I hope you will pray for an open mind and heart before you start reading or listening and listen to where God works within you. I challenge you to resist your mind responding with excuses. This is a holy space meant for reconciliation and human connection. I’m going to embed links on the titles, authors or organization pages to make your research a little easier and save time so you can get started with your journey!

I'm going to make this a page on the blog and will add to it as I learn more resources so please check back any time! This is heavy with African American resources but I will be added more as I get recommendations from trusted resources. 

Books:

• Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon to White America by Michael Eric Dyson (this was a hard read for me and several times I wanted to toss the kindle out the window, I hung in there and learned so much “why” behind some African American perspectives that I never understood)
• Just Mercy By Bryan Stevenson 
• Stamped from the Beginning by Ibram X. Kendi 
• Stamped: Racism, Antiracism and You by Ibram X. Kendi (young adult version)
• How to be an Anti-Racist by Ibram X. Kendi
• The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander 
• Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria? by Beverly Daniel Tatum
• Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
• White Fragility: Why It's so Hard for White People to Talk about Racism by Robin DiAngelo
• Me and White Supremacy: Combat Racism, Change the World and Become a Good Ancestor by Layla Saad 
• Blind Spot: Hidden Biases of Good People by Mahzarin R. Banaji

Christian Books:

• Be the Bridge by Latasha Morrison 
• Image Bearers: Shifting from Pro-Birth to Pro-Life by Herbie Newell 

Podcasts:

• 1619
• Good Ancestor (Layla Saad)

Instagram accounts to follow:

@westoriesSTL

@ibramxk

@splcenter

@blackcoffeewithwhitefriends

@theconsciouskid

@blackparentmagazine

@latashamorrison

@austinchanning

@lisasharper 

@beabridgebuilder 

@dranitaphillips 

@sincerely.lettie 

Programs for learning:

• We Stories (now has a national cohort for the first time! Wonderful site to explore resources and research)

St. Louis resources:

• We Stories
• Stop the Bleed 
• Racial Violence Archive 
• St. Louis Area Council on Restorative Justice
• St. Louis Story Stitchers
• Women's Voices Raised 
• YWCA Witnessing Whiteness Program
• Forward Through Ferguson
• Arch City Defenders

Other ideas for growth and learning about diversity:

• Celebrate heritage months or festivals in our city or neighboring city or at museums
• (children) Check out books at the library about other cultures during those months or around holidays like Chinese New Year, Hanukkah, or Black History Month. You can get reading suggestions from sites such as The Conscious Kid , A Mighty Girl or We Need Diverse Books 
• Read through Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack by Peggy McIntosh
• Equal Justice Initiative 
• Black Lives Matter  -you can find action steps to take here to petition or contact Representatives 
• Grab book ideas from the Antiracist Book Festival 
• Start a book club with close friends that will let you process in a safe space and choose one of the books or discuss a podcast over wine or coffee 

Enjoy!

Dear George Floyd....

Dear Mr. Floyd,

A few days ago, you were known by your family, friends and community. Today, you are known all over America and probably all over the world. We all know your name. So many are making sure your name is spoken and remembered. Your name is shared across social media, across political parties, across religious affiliations. More people are asking questions, asking how to partner with Black brothers and sisters, and seeking education. Conversations have begun, because of you. But, it shouldn’t have had to be because of you, because of the loss of you, because of your family’s loss, because we have added you to a list of names of Black men and women unjustly taken.

I’m a White woman that you’ll never know. I’m married to a Black man and have an amazing biracial daughter. I am so proud of our family we have created. It’s rich in culture and love. I grew up in rural Mississippi and went to school with so many African American classmates that I adored. I’m sad to say, however, that I really didn’t know them in the way they should have been known. We didn’t have mixed birthday parties, church services, dinners out, etc. I’m not calling fault out in the past, but I’ve learned we must do better to know each other so that we can better be accountable for each other. I had always had good intentions and never considered myself to possess racist ideals, but that’s how a lot of white people feel I guess. I know now that good intentions are not enough, and we don’t know what we don’t know which keeps us entrenched in our limited perspectives. Good intentions are not even a start. I have surrounded myself as much as possible with people of color in friendship, and I’ve learned and am learning so much. I’m unlearning a lot of things as best I can, and it’s hard work but I know it’s a fraction of your hard work. It is not my friend’s place to teach me what I should know; it is my own responsibility to learn. We can’t truly ever understand life for people of color, but we can learn more of their struggles as we listen. We can see their hesitance, exhaustion, disappointment, and as we begin to love them and truly know them, then we begin to see what we could not have seen before. We too regularly see another piece of soul chipped away with another Black death.

For me, I have never had to think of safety, really, as I go about my daily life. I am hyper aware in some surroundings because I’m a woman aware of statistics for assault, but I’m not worried about doing daily mundane things. My husband and I moved to St. Louis in 2015 shortly after the Michael Brown case when racial tensions were still high. I’ll admit- when those protests happened, I was pretty planted in white ideals and privilege although I didn’t realize it or know it had a name.  My husband answered a lot of questions (and was very patient), and I continued to argue my mindset because it made sense to me and my intentions were good. I was not a racist. I felt like I had not contributed to white supremacy because I treated everyone the same, but as I would learn, that’s the biggest problem. I was unknowingly complacent. Because I didn’t see it firsthand, it didn’t make sense to me. I never realized advantage I had being born as a white person in America because I never had to tangibly exercise it – my existence was enough. I needed some shifts in thinking. I needed more experiences, more stories from people. As I navigated our new city, I began to ask more questions, read more books, subscribe to more podcasts, and follow more diverse Instagram accounts. I knew it began to make sense when I didn’t want my husband doing some of the things I did on a daily basis. I would, with no hesitation, hop in the car at 9PM with a broken taillight and run to CVS. When he volunteered to go, then my mind shifted to “Well, it can wait until tomorrow.” I was terrified of him being pulled over. We live in a wealthy neighborhood and I can dart through the alley to one street over where my sister lives to borrow something, but I would recommend that he drive to do the same. Don’t get me wrong, we have a great neighborhood filled with nice people. But, the discomfort there or worry began to rise and started to yell in my ear and it could not be ignored. I should not have to feel this way. I can do these things with no worry at all, but I hesitate to send my husband out. He knows the rules, the code. He’s the sweetest, gentlest, kindest, softest spoken man I know, and I think everyone would agree that has met him. And I still get scared of a stranger confronting him who does not know these things. I know all these things are old news to you, Mr. Floyd. You have seen this contrast since you were young. Your parents probably explained all this to you at a young age, as I’ve learned most African American families do. My worry, that emerged when I began to understand and see more, is a worry your parents have harbored their whole lives.

So Mr. Floyd, I had vowed to do better for my family and learn more. My daughter, before she was even 3, had identified as brown. She openly talks about skin color and states proudly that she has brown skin. She identifies with her father more, with the dark eyes, curly hair and dark skin. I owe it to her to talk about race openly and to ensure that she has a voice that is used kindly and justly. Then your story came along. I already felt a heightened obligation to learn more after the murder of Ahmaud Arbery, and your death was yet another catalyst.  I say all this to promise you, a stranger, that I’ll do better and continue to learn. I’m going to write your name and so many others inside my Bible. I want to remember your names as I go to scripture for guidance. I want to be reminded that we are all created in the image of god so your faces come alive as I read.  I’ll see your name as I’m reminded that God calls us to work toward justice and reconciliation. I have a long way to go in my journey, but I am in a posture of humility and learning. I’m also going to share resources with friends so that it’ll be easier for them to pick up one to get started. I know that your Black brothers and sisters are tired. You’ve needed us as white allies and we haven’t understood or acted based on what we have learned or seen in media.

I will always remember your last words of “I can’t breathe.” I know you were speaking not only of the physical pain of the moment but also the ongoing pain of Black men and women suffocating in injustice.

Rest in peace, George Floyd.

Danielle