How we can start to heal the pain of racial division Ruby Sales

Translator: Ivana Korom
Reviewer: Joanna Pietrulewicz

I want to share with you

a moment in my life

when the hurt and wounds of racism

were both deadly and paralyzing for me.

And I think what I’ve learned

can be a source of healing for all of us.

When I was 17 years old,

I was a college student
at Tuskegee University,

and I was a worker
in the Southern freedom movement,

which we call the Civil Rights Movement.

During this time,

I met another young 26-year-old,

white seminary and college student

named Jonathan Daniels,
from Cambridge, Massachusetts.

He and I

were both part of a generation
of idealistic young people,

whose life has been ignited

by the freedom fire

that ordinary black people
were spreading around the nation

and throughout the South.

We had come to Lowndes County

to work in the movement.

And it was a nonviolent movement

to redeem the souls of America.

We believe that everyone,

both black and white,

people in the South,

could find a redemptive pathway

out of the stranglehold of racism

that had gripped them
for more than 400 years.

And on a hot, summer day in August,

Jonathan and I joined a demonstration

of local young black people,

who were protesting the exploitation

[of] black sharecroppers

by rich land holders
who cheated them out of their money.

We decided to demonstrate alongside them.

And on the morning that we showed up
for the demonstration,

we were met with a mob
of howling white men

with baseball bats, shotguns

and any weapon that you could imagine.

And they were threatening to kill us.

And the sheriff,
seeing the danger that we faced,

arrested us and put us on a garbage truck

and took us to the local jail,

where we were put in cells

with the most inhumane
conditions you can imagine.

And we were threatened by the jailers

with drinking water
that came from toilets.

We were finally released on the sixth day,

without any knowledge,
without any forewarning.

Just out of the clear blue sky,

we were made to leave.

And we knew that this
was a dangerous sign,

because Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney
had also been forced to leave jail

and were murdered because no one knew
what had happened to them.

And so, despite our fervent resistance,

the sheriff made us leave the jail,

and of course, nobody was waiting for us.

It was hot,

one of those Southern days

where you could
literally feel the pavement –

the vapor seeping out of the pavement.

And the group of about 14 of us

selected Jonathan Daniels,

Father Morrisroe, who had recently
come to the county,

Joyce Bailey, a local 17-year-old girl

and I to go and get the drinks.

When we got to the door,

a white man was standing
in the doorway with a shotgun,

and he said, “Bitch,
I’ll blow your brains out!”

And before I could even react,

before I could even process
what was going on,

Jonathan intentionally pulled my blouse,

and I fell back, thinking that I was dead.

And in that instant, when I looked up,

Jonathan Daniels
was standing in the line of fire,

and he took the blast,

and he saved my life.

I was so traumatized

and paralyzed by that event,

where Tom Coleman deliberately,

with malicious intent,

killed my beloved friend and colleague,

Jonathan Myrick Daniels.

On that day,

which was one of the most
important days in my life,

I saw both love and hate

coming from two very different white men

that represented the best
and the worst of white America.

So deep was my hurt

at seeing Tom Coleman
murder Jonathan before my eyes,

that I became a silent person,

and I did not speak

for six months.

I finally learned to touch that hurt in me

as I became older

and began to talk about
the Southern freedom movement,

and began to connect my stories

with the stories of my other colleagues
and freedom fighters,

who, like me, had faced
deadly trauma of racism,

and who had lost friends along the way,

and who themselves
have been beaten and thrown in jail.

It is 50 years later.

Many people were beaten
and thrown in jail.

Others were murdered
like Jonathan Daniels.

And yet, we are still, as a nation,

mired down

in the quicksand of racism.

And everywhere I go around the nation,

I see and hear the hurt.

And I ask people everywhere,

“Tell me, where does it hurt?”

Do you see and feel the hurt

that I see and feel?

I feel and see the hurt
in black and brown people

who every day feel
the vicious volley of racism

and every day have their
civil and human rights stripped away.

And the people who do this
use stereotypes and myths

to justify doing it.

Everywhere I go,

I see and hear women

who speak out against –

who speak out against
men who invade our bodies.

These same men who then turn around –

the same men who promote racism

and then turn around and steal our labor
and pay us unequal wages.

I hear and feel the hurt of white men

at the betrayal by
the same powerful white men

who tell them that their skin color

is their ticket to a good life and power,

only to discover,

as the circle of whiteness narrows,

that their tickets have expired

and no longer carry first-class status.

Now that we’ve touched the hurt,

we must ask ourselves,

“Where does it hurt

and what is the source of the hurt?”

I propose that we must look

deeply into the culture of whiteness.

That is a river that drowns out
all of our identities

and drowns us in false uniformity
to protect the status quo.

Notice, everybody,
I said culture of whiteness,

and not white people.

Because in my estimation,

the problem is not white people.

Instead, it is the culture of whiteness.

And by culture of whiteness,

I mean a systemic and organized
set of beliefs,

values, canonized knowledge
and even religion,

to maintain a hierarchical,
over-and-against power structure

based on skin color,
against people of color.

It is a culture

where white people are seen
as necessary and friendly insiders,

while people of color,
especially black people,

are seen as dangerous

and threatening outsiders,

who pose a clear and present danger

to the safety and the efficacy

of the culture of whiteness.

Listen to me and see if you can imagine

the culture of whiteness
as a dehumanizing process

that melts away

all of our multiple
and interlocking identities,

such as race, class,
gender and sexualities,

so that …

so that unity is maintained for power.

I believe, because I know

and believe that the culture of whiteness

is a social construct.

Each of us, from birth to death,

are socialized in this culture.

And it marks people of color also.

And it makes people of color,
like white people,

vote against our interests.

Some of you might ask –

and my students always tell me
I give hard assignments –

some of you might ask, and rightfully so,

“How do we fix this?

It seems so all-powerful
and overwhelming.”

I believe that we must fix it,

because we cannot humanize our future

if we continue to be complicit

with the culture of whiteness.

Each of us must connect
with our authentic selves,

with our authentic ethnic selves.

And we must connect
with the other aspects of our identities.

And we must move out of the constructs

of whiteness, brownness and blackness

to become who we are at our fullest.

How do we do this?

I believe that we do this
through our collective narratives.

And our collective narratives
must contain our individual stories,

the arts,

spiritual reflections,

literature,

and yes, even drumming.

(Laughter)

It must be a collective telling,

because individual stories
just create a paradigm

where we are pitting one story
against another story.

These different models
that I have talked about tonight

I think are essential
to providing us a pathway

out of the quagmire of racism.

And I want to talk about
another very important model.

And that is redemption.

I believe that movements
for racial justice

must be redemptive rather than punitive.

And yes, I believe

that we must provide the possibility
of redemption for everyone.

And we must be willing,

despite some of the vitriolic language

that might come from
those very people who oppress us,

I think that we must listen to them

and try to figure out where do they hurt.

We must do this, I believe,

because our redemption
is tied into their redemption,

And we will not be free

until we’ve all been redeemed
from unredemptive anger.

The challenge is not easy.

And in a technological society,
it grows even more complicated,

because often we use technologies

to perpetuate the very values of racism
that we indulge in every day.

We use technology to bully,

to perpetuate hate speech

and to degrade each other’s humanities.

And so I believe that
if we’re going to humanize the future,

we must design ways to use technology

not to degrade us, but to elevate us

so that we can live
into the fullest of our capacities.

And I believe that technology

must provide us larger vistas

so that we might engage with each other

and move beyond the segregated spaces
that we live in, every day of our lives.

I believe

that we can achieve this
if we set our minds

and hopes on the prize.

The question before us tonight

is very serious.

It is: “Do you want to be healed?

Do you want to be healed?”

Do you want to become whole
and live into all of your identities?

Or do you want to continue
to cannibalize your multiple identities

and privilege one identity over the other?

Do you want to join a long line

of generations of people

who believed in the promise of America

and had the faith to upbuild democracy?

Do you want to live
into the fullest of your potential?

I certainly do.

And I believe you do, too.

Let me just say, quite seriously,

I believe in you.

And despite everything,

I still believe in America.

I hope that this offering
that I’ve given to you tonight,

that I’ve shared with you tonight,

will provide redemptive pathways

so that you might claim
the fullest of your identity

and become a major participant

in humanizing not only
the future for yourselves,

but also for our democracy.

Thank you.

(Applause)