“RAISED A RACIST”
A Sermon by Rev. Dal McCrindle, February 5, 2023
Ever since Rev Philip asked me to preach this Sunday, I’ve been very
conscious of the seriousness of the day and month: Back Awareness Sunday,
or as it used to be called: Black History Month. Today kicks off the 8th Black
Awareness month since the United Nations declared a Black Awareness
Decade. It is estimated that roughly 200 million people, identify themselves
as being of African descent, who live in the Americas while many millions
more live in other parts of the world, outside of the African continent.
The more I thought and worried about this day, the more I reminisced
on my personal experiences of relating to people of colour. The more I
thought, the greater was the vast emptiness in my experience. Born on the
west side of Vancouver in an all-white neighbourhood, save the Chinese
family that lived at the back part of Allen’s grocery on 39th and Carnarvon,
I only knew that people who were not so-called white lived in Africa and
Asia. My awareness of Black or coloured people was through books, many
now banned for their racist presentations. Even books that contained minor
references have been lifted from the Library shelves or at least placed in a
restricted section. Needless to say, my mind never considered Blacks,
Indigenous, Asian, Latino or anyone else who might live and suffer racism.
In those pre-television days, the only visual perspective was through
movies, where people of colour were servants, porters, or slaves on the great
plantations somewhere far away. Tarzan, one of my favorites at the
Hollywood Theatre on Broadway seemed to have a good relationship with
them, but those big white hunters, whom Tarzans seemed to be at odds with
seemed to be pushing them around and treating them rather poorly.
For some reason, even the kids from the Musqueam Reserve, less than
a mile from my house remained invisible, in my sight. No, growing up, I
didn’t encounter anyone, or at least didn’t take notice of anyone of colour. It
wasn’t until my father’s fraternal lodge got into a very hot debate about
whether to ban a certain member because he was black. You see, they had
this insurance plan that if anything happened to the dads, their children and
spouse were eligible to stay at a big sort of orphanage outside Chicago and
coloureds were certainly ineligible. Many a discussion was held by my
parents around the dining room table about Bill; one of the stalwarts of the
Vancouver Moose Lodge, whose wife made the most wonderful apple pies
that she would serve following the bowling nights. I never did understand
how they resolved that issue since the Moose Organization did not permit
blacks to becoming members. I became even more confused when it was
declared that Bill wasn’t really black since he was born in the Caribbean;
seemed logical, I guess, since blacks came from Africa! Unaware that
between 10 and 12 million slaves were imported from Africa for the
Caribbean sugar industry, the proceeds from which helped to finance the
American revolution since Britain had outlawed slavery.
Growing up, no one corrected me or my friends when we used the “N”
word to describe the big black Brazil nuts at Christmas time; nor when we
recited the rhyme “ennie meanie minnie moe, catch the “N” by the toe, if he
hollers, let him go! or when we called all black N’s come home free when
playing kick the can, a fanciful hide and seek game. Nor did we even know
what we were saying. Disparaging words like monkey were used as normal
to describe people of colour, especially blacks. For us and my friends, it was
all normal. And no one corrected us or said anything that our words were
inappropriate!
Imagine the confusion when we were encouraged to sing Negro
Spirituals at Sunday School, Scout Camp or Young Peoples Groups. Nice
songs but their relevance, ignored. It was just the way things were.
Even though slavery was abolished in Canada in 1834, segregation was
practised throughout our land and considered just normal. In Vancouver,
real estate deeds going back to at least 1928 and included as late as 1965
stated: "That the Grantee or his heirs, administrators, executor, successors or
assigns will not sell to, agree to sell to, rent to, lease to, or permit or allow to
occupy, the said lands and premises, or any part thereof, any person of the
Chinese, Japanese or other Asiatic race or to any Indian or Negro.”
The Theatre, kept certain seating for non-whites; the great Louis
Armstrong was not permitted to stay at the Hotel Vancouver in 1950 while
performing at the Cave Theatre restaurant because he was black! Racial
prejudice affected all manner of life if you were not white.
Growing up, I was astounded at the civil rights movement in the
United States. Then came television. We got ours in 1954 and the immense
struggle of black folk close by in the United States became a reality. There,
in our living room on a daily basis we could hear and see the plight of
citizens of the USA trying to go to school, University, shop, have a drink of
water, sit on a bus. I was flabbergasted. Slowly, I came to understand and
appreciate what racial prejudice meant. How could I have been so blind to
how people could be treated in the “land of the free and the home of the
brave.” Everyone wants to be free but not everyone was concerned that
everyone be free. I knew I had been a racist without even knowing it! And
no one corrected me!
Surely, places like Montreal, Toronto and the Maritimes were more
aware as the Underground railroad had enabled fleeing slaves from the
States to be smuggled out of their captivity and arrive in Eastern Canada,
prior to and following their Civil War. All those songs, couched in Biblical
imagery were really about escape, sung right in front of the Masters’ faces:
“Ain’t going to tarry here, Babylon’s falling, Children go where I send thee,
Deep river, Don’t be weary traveler, My Lord what a morning, o’er the
crossing, free at last, go in the wilderness, I must walk this lonesome valley,
Children, go where I send you, Michael rowed the boat ashore, one more
river to cross, Peace in the valley, rise up shepherd and follow, swing low,
sweet chariot.” Under the guise of freedom from this hard life for the
sweetness of heaven, a troubled, oppressed people sang and dreamt of
freedom.
The writer of the first book of the Bible centuries before, put it right,
when describing the creation of the world. Everything that God made was
good. Following the description of all that God had made, finally ending
with the human creature; humankind. God looked on the creation and said.
It was very good!
How can the way some people have been treated throughout the eons
be very good? This cannot be what God intended. Has it always been this
way?
Some point to the Greeks of old as the best example of democracy and
freedom the world has ever known. But did you know, that the average
household of ancient Greece had between 4-5 slaves. Rome and the Aztecs
were no better, nor any civilization since. Even aboriginal nations in the
Americas held slaves. Almost every culture down through the eons enslaved
their enemies, neighbours, those indebted or poor. Surely this is not what
God intended for those created in the very image of God: to be enslaved,
beaten and broken. Paul and Jesus mention slavery, not to condemn it but
just a reality. But did Jesus not go further? Did Jesus not come to turn
everything upside down – to really change things, as Dr. Hyuk Cho said last
Sunday, so we could see everything from a different perspective.
On the question of who was one’s neighbour. The example given was
one who helped another. In speaking to the multitude. He called them salt
and light. Does that not apply to everyone no matter society’s designation?
Salt to give flavour, light to shine; showing the way – God’s way?.
At the final judgment, Jesus says “...the righteous shall answer him,
saying, Lord, when did we see you hungry, and fed you? or thirsty, and
give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger, and take
you in? or naked, and clothed you? Or when did we see you sick, or in
prison, and came to visit you? And the King shall answer and say to them,
Verily I say to you, inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of
these my brothers and sisters, you have done it to me.”
History and circumstance affects our neighbourhoods. Here, on the
West Coast, there may not be the concentrations of those of African Ancestry
as there are elsewhere. But there are many people who experience
discrimination for one reason or another. May this time that highlights those
with African roots, be one that draws attention to any discrimination and
celebrates the contributions of all people who add to our society and
community for we are the salt of the earth and the light of the world bringing
flavour and direction for all creation. This God has ordained when
humankind was created and we are his children.
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight,
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
And shouldn’t we? At least that’s the way I see it.