This week, the world of social media exploded over a scene that unfolded at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC. This scene involved a group of teen March for Life participants from a Catholic school, a Native-American elder, and some group called the Black Hebrew Israelites. I would tell you all about, but most of you probably already know about it and have formed a strong opinion.
I also had a strong opinion about. This opinion formed quickly, too. I had seen the initial video, which appeared to show a MAGA-hat wearing teen, surrounded by his similarly-clad friends, confronting a Native-American elder nose-to-nose, and I angrily and immediately posted my feelings on the matter. I thought the teens had been unbelievably disrespectful to this man and to his heritage and culture, and I felt it was important to share those thoughts with everyone I knew—right away.
This happens a lot with me. I can’t stand the thought of someone being harassed, beaten-down, or bullied. I can remember what it felt like to be picked on in grade school and middle school. I know what it feels like to be excluded. I have had moments in my life when I’ve felt judged by external factors, out of my control. Of course, I want to be clear here that I am not in any way saying I know the plight of indigenous people in this country (or any oppressed and marginalized people), simply because I’ve had some hard times. What I am saying is that often when I see (or appear to see) oppression and marginalization taking place, I can empathize, and I desperately want it to stop immediately.
This is why I think it’s important for me to share my sometimes-controversial thoughts, on social media or otherwise. This is why I choose to speak out. I want things to be different, now. I want things to be better, now. I know a better and more loving world is possible. It’s why I am Christian. It frustrates me when I get the impression that others, particularly some of my friends and family, don’t seem to share that belief.
In hindsight, I think I too hastily posted about the Lincoln Memorial incident. For one, more information has come to light that appears to show a much more complex picture of what took place. The initial video did not offer enough context. Also, I am a youth minister, and the supposed instigators are high school students. Minors. My first thought should have been to look after the dignity of the teens involved and not plaster their pictures information all over my social media, regardless of their guilt in the matter. I feel bad about that and am sorry.
This weekend, we remember the incredible life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., an amazing man who worked and died to raise humanity to a more loving and just way of living. I believe this is something we are all called to, Christian or not. This is what I am trying to do, too. I’m just not very good at it. The quote above reminds me that, when fighting injustice, the “struggle” might not just be an external reality. My imperfections mean that I will struggle internally as well.
So, I ask that you not only help me speak out when the dignity of people appears to be under attack but also have patience with me when my zeal for justice casts a bright spotlight on my own imperfections.
I’m trying.
-Shannon