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I am writing this to let people know how to support me during this time. This has been a trying week for me as I have struggled through a bad depressive episode. On top of that, the Nashville Statement was released. Ever since the Nazi-rallies at Charlottesville happened, I have been deeply troubled and unable to fully allow myself to rest.
However, part of my worry is exacerbated by the reality that the liberal and progressive Christian response to such national bigotries has not be remarkable. Over and over again, the people who continue to show up in meaningful and tangible ways in response to displays of bigotry have generally been those most affected; people who occupy the margins continue to show up for each others in ways that “allies” seldom do.
What I found the most distressing about the Nashville Statement was not so much the statement itself. I am used to the reality that people hate and feel threatened by my existence. However, I was distressed by the “allies” of queer people and how they responded. Many went quickly to talk about how “this is destroying Christianity” without thinking about how stuff like this destroys and traumatizes queer and black/brown lives before it even destroys a progressive Christian movement. A lot of my friends, particularly those friends who ARE queer people of color were also disappointed by the mainstream progressive response. I was immediately confronted with requests for “input” or “insight” into straight and/or white people’s projects and “conference calls”, but not asked how I was doing. I was not asked how I was doing or what I needed despite the fact that the Nashville Statement’s anti-blackness and anti-LGBTQ rhetoric isn’t bullying straight or white people. It’s harming me. It is harming and alienating people like me. It’s harming my friends who are queer, who are black, who are brown who can never live up to the standards of purity.
The progressive Church overwhelmingly has misplaced its priorities — loving its brand more than the people they proclaim to support. The lack of tangible support, concern and fellowship with people ACTUALLY affected by the Nashville Statement and by Charlottesville’s white supremacist rally is alienating.
I don’t always remind people that I am queer (as I am not out in all contexts — and the erasure of people who are attracted to multiple genders, such as bisexual and pansexual people is part of this), but there are many who know that I am queer. Many people who knew that I am queer did not respond to me except to remind me that I am “beloved”. As someone who knows that I am loved by God, I do not need this reminder spoken to me. However, I do not feel very loved and cared for when straight and white people center themselves, their visions or their platforms on something that isn’t about them. I do not doubt that God loves me. I doubt that those who profess to be allies to a queer black woman such as myself love me beyond their words and desire to embody God’s love. God is my refuge when the Church has not been and as the Church continues to fail to be.
The Church, as does the wider society, has this problem with ASSUMING what people need instead of ASKING or PAYING ATTENTION TO what people need. This makes it harder for people living vulnerable lives (such as poor people of color/ women of color/trans people/disabled or differently able people) to ask for what they need. People of color and LGBTQ folk are often not asked by the Church. Our needs are not centered and white/straight folks continue to build their platforms (and thus their financial and social wealth) off of our wisdom. This is evil.
I am writing this to express that I am disappointed, but also that I have tangible and ongoing needs. The following are some of my needs specifically. It is not enough to say that you love me. Rather, it speaks volumes if you work towards PUSHING the world to increase my ability to thrive on this planet.
How to Support Real Life Queer and Trans People (Especially LGBTQIA People of Color – these intersections cannot be ignored).
1. Ask queer people of color what they need. Ask them, regardless of whether or not they are Christian people. What made me so distressed about The Nashville Statement was the liberal and progressive response to the Nashville Statement. I witnessed many straight, white progressives using this as an opportunity to build their own platform and influence. Our bodies are tokenized through retweets and Facebook shares. But the commitment to living alongside us and getting to know us and support us is not there. Center our needs. We will not have liberation by centering the privileged.
2. Support the projects and fundraisers of my peers, especially that of Trans people of color. The Trans Kindred Fund is an ongoing fundraiser to support the needs of trans and non-binary people of color of different non-faiths and faiths living in North Carolina. THESE ARE MY PEERS. Because these folks are my peers and my co-laborers, I am affected when they are not thriving. The Church is complicit in patholigizing the lives of trans folks despite the brilliance of trans people. Donate here: https://www.gofundme.com/transkindred
3. Become a patron of my work. This is one of the best ways to provide ongoing support for ME as I continue to write, speak, teach and do emotional work to dismantle racism, sexism and anti-LGBTQ norms within and outside the Church. One of the ways that we uphold patriarchy and racism is to not compensate the work of queer people of color, trans people of color and women of color. The message that is given is that our work and wisdom is valued, but supporting us and making sure that we have our needs met are not a concern to you. This is my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/rachelvirginia
4. Reach out to me about how you can support my projects and how you can offer the skills that you have to me. There are many projects that I am working on that I do not have enough skills for, or that I do not know how to do. Here is a few things I need help with:
- How to start a consulting business or non-profit
- General ongoing interest/co-laborers for Queer People of Color led projects
- Financial support for my projects
- I have a few secret projects that I will only reveal to people I trust via a direct ask
- Photographic support and video support (offer photographic/video services to me for free or at a discount, especially if you are a middle-class white person)
5. A very concrete need that I have is support paying for my plane ticket for my trip to Chicago. I am giving a presentation at The Reformation Project this October. I am both excited and nervous. Donate here: https://www.youcaring.com/rachelhester-931832. If you know other women of color or students trying to attend, as them how you can offset their expenses.
6. If you don’t know something, admit it and commit to continuing to learn. I would not have to ask people to donate to my Patreon if I got paid for how many “allies” STILL call queerness a “lifestyle” and refer to trans folk as being “trangendered” or experiencing “transgender-ism”. It causes harm for you to say that you support LGBTQIA people but to normalize rhetoric that is degrading to us and diminishes how we experience the world. The impact of your words and actions matter more than your good intentions. Do your homework before you tell us that you are a therapist, doctor, pastor, etc competant on LGBTQIA concerns and struggles. This requires a lot of humility but it can create trauma for LGBTQIA people to have to make themselves vulnerable to people who are too proud to admit and to do something about their ignorance. It asks us to do MORE work to make up for the lack of work you’ve done in understanding our issues.
7. Donate to LGBTQ/queer/trans led work in you area AND give directly to queer/trans people when you can.
This is NOT meant to be an exhaustive list. I share this as a place to start. And like I mentioned before, many of these are just my needs. Queer/people of color are not a monolith. Remember to ask queer people what they need, especially queer people who are rendered invisible by other systems of domination.
Thank you for everyone who has supported me so far.
If an enemy were insulting me,
I could endure it;
if a foe were rising against me,
I could hide.
13 But it is you, a man like myself,
my companion, my close friend,
14 with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship
at the house of God,
as we walked about
among the worshipers.
15 Let death take my enemies by surprise;
let them go down alive to the realm of the dead,
for evil finds lodging among them.
16 As for me, I call to God,
and the Lord saves me.
17 Evening, morning and noon
I cry out in distress,
and he hears my voice.
18 He rescues me unharmed
from the battle waged against me,
even though many oppose me.
19 God, who is enthroned from of old,
who does not change—
he will hear them and humble them,
because they have no fear of God.
20 My companion attacks his friends;
he violates his covenant.
21 His talk is smooth as butter,
yet war is in his heart;
his words are more soothing than oil,
yet they are drawn swords.
22 Cast your cares on the Lord
and he will sustain you;
he will never let
the righteous be shaken.
23 But you, God, will bring down the wicked
into the pit of decay;
the bloodthirsty and deceitful
will not live out half their days.
But as for me, I trust in you.
Who can I call “friend” when friends begin to feel like enemies?
If the neo-Nazis out in the streets were to insult me, I could endure it, for I already know that the unabashed white supremacists who have shown their faces in Charlottesville, in Durham, and in the Bay Area despise me and my people whom have darker skin.
If a man were threatening to strike me with his hands or with dehumanizing words because of his fear of me and my love of self, I could hide because I have endured this violence before and have come to expect it. I am used to men’s misdirected and uncontrolled anger, whether in my family or in public spaces, like the streets, at university or in my inbox.
But it is you, someone who is supposed to be like me — someone who professes to be on my side– who is starting to appear to me like an enemy. You seem to prefer your own comfort than to make sure I can live free from fear of state sanctioned violence. How can I call you a friend? How am I supposed to take seriously the claims you make that you love me?
You who claim to be my friend. You who I had used to go to church with. Remember when I used to go to church with you? And we would eat lunch or dinner after service? And you told me that you believed in my leadership, that I am powerful? That I reflect the image of God?
In the fellowship hall, you would say that you were happy to see me, we would laugh together among our peers who also profess to love God, too.
But now in your silence you go about carefree with your white life, your white problems and your carefree dates at the local brewery. You tell me that there are better ways to fight white supremacists than what I have asked the ministers to offer to our parish. You tell me there are better ways, because you do not trust what those who are ACTUALLY affected by white supremacist violence are telling you to do. You continue to choose “studying” James Cone, Michelle Alexander, mujerista theology and womanist theology in your white small groups because you’d rather tell me “not yet” and that there is a purpose for your studying. You’d rather keep “studying” forever than to eventually change policies that hurt the people of color that you call Sibling in Christ. As if “studying” keeps you from taking concrete actions. You continue to start your own organizations with your blind-spots than to take the leadership of immigrants, Black Lives Matter organizers, and trans women who are fighting for their lives and know about their own needs better than you do. You believe that you know better. You refuse to acknowledge that your “knowing” better than the least of these is what got us to this dangerous political climate.
I see evil living in your home, in your homogeneous, fake-progressive places of worship– this evil of complacency. I see you enabling white supremacy and patriarchy, because you are too afraid to confront the injustice and patterns of dominance in your sphere of influence. You think that the problem of white supremacy is only the problem of of Neo-Nazis in Charlottesville and Skinheads in Berkeley. You think the only misogynist to worry about is Trump. You excuse the misogynistic “jokes” from your pastor and friends. You cannot see the ways that you hurt me and my peers on the margins of society and neither do you care enough to see.
You shut yourself out from a healthy communion with me and those who suffer from state and policy violence, and it makes me wonder if you want to shut yourself out from the Kin-dom of God? Are you choosing to live in the realm of the dead? Or are you willing to sell yourself to the devil for the fleeting and empty promises that whiteness and patriarchy offers? Don’t you know that your silence and inaction in the face of injustice is killing your soul?
God! I cannot depend on those who say with their lips that they love me! So, I must call upon God for who else is there to turn to? Every single day, I feel afraid. I have too much anxiety to leave my home. Too much anxiety to face the world and to do my daily tasks. Sometimes too anxious and too depressed to eat, because the world around me despises and fears my existence. But I praise God, because God has brought me this far despite the violence of the white and patriarchal Church.
God saves me because the ways of dominance and the promises of Empire never will.
There are too many who say that they love God, but they unknowingly hate the marginalized. They hate those who are crushed by the weight of Empire. They do trust the instruction and wisdom of the poor, the trans person, the black woman, and all those who are hated by society, because they do not fear God. They continue to elevate and center the powerful of this earth instead.
My fellow Christians attack me and those on the margins whom they claim to love and wish to protect. They silence us, because the truth of our lives and our pain sound too harsh to them. They use words that are smooth like butter, writing declarations of their condemnation of white supremacy for their organizational and church websites. But their words feel like swords — they inflict wounds on me when their smooth words are followed by no commitment to me and those others among me who are suffering.
God will show them how wicked all of this posturing, apathy and inaction is. God will show that there are consequences to their lack of humanity towards the marginalized of this world. Those who turn their backs on the undocumented immigrant, the trans person, the black woman — they have blood on their hands and cannot be called friends. They are thirsty for blood, though their smooth words would say otherwise. In this way, they prove that they are deceitful and cannot be trusted.
I trust that God will take care of this wickedness. And I trust that God will help me through another day, for God is my friend when the Church is not.