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Faith and Values: Racism in today’s society more difficult to call out, but we must

Christi Ortiz, a guest columnist for Spokane Faith and Values.
Christi Ortiz, a guest columnist for Spokane Faith and Values.
By Christi Ortiz For The Spokesman-Review

I am the person that stood and watched Mr. George Floyd being murdered and did nothing. It’s easy to watch the scene and blame others for not intervening, for not standing up for justice, but I realize I too am just as guilty for remaining silent.

I am silent in the face of such pervasive and systemic racial injustice apparent around me every single day. How can I point my finger in disbelief saying, ‘How could they watch that suffering and do nothing?’ when I too stand by as entrenched systems of injustice hold people victimized everywhere I turn.

I see that level of suffering in all of our systems. I’d have to be blind not to, and I do nothing.

It doesn’t take a knee on a neck to suffocate people from their basic human rights. We have many ‘knees’ holding people of color down that I don’t protest. Unequal school systems, legal processes, hiring practices, the list goes on and on.

Sure I think it’s not right, but have I ever done anything of substance to intervene? No, I have to admit I just watch in shame, in grief, in hopelessness.

But how can I continue to be a bystander in systems that are of our own making? Implicit equals complicit. I can’t hide in the comfort of ignorance. Ignorance caused from ignoring the truth and reality within and around us is not ignorance. It’s choosing to look away. It’s choosing to be silent.

I often admire the people of history that stood up and risked their own lives, that sacrificed their own privilege, that continued to hope and try when all seemed hopeless. But I realize, history will ask all of us, “What did you do in the face of racism?”

There is no option to sit this out. I am a character in this story and I either participate implicitly or explicitly in racism, or I actively work to diminish it both within myself and my environment. There is no in-between.

I can’t just sit back and chastise ‘those racist people’ while I enjoy the privilege I was born with and continue to benefit from. I live and breathe in an unjust, unequal society, there is no denying it. Or perhaps that’s why it’s hard to face the horrendous weight of that truth, the responsibility feels almost too much to bear. Allowing myself to truly acknowledge the depth of the pain, I feel I can hardly breathe. But it is only the privileged who can choose not to feel pain, to choose not to feel uncomfortable.

And the scale doesn’t tip unless comfortable people are willing to be uncomfortable, and eventually come to see that the comfort of privilege comes at the cost of others.

Yes, it’s painful acknowledging the hard truth of racism. And the rampant racism we have currently feels much worse and harder to eradicate than the racism of the previous century. It seems analogous to cutting off the hair of Medusa only to have it return in a million tiny, slippery ways that are much harder to pin down, much harder to fight.

Implicit bias, entrenched systems of inequality, micro-aggressions are so much harder to call out, to tackle. And it’s even worse, when so many claim the monster is dead. No, it lives within each of us, and will continue to do so until we have the courage to look in the mirror and take our blinders off.

When we acknowledge that racism isn’t about individual people choosing to be racist, it’s all of us who participate, and remain silent.

Christi Ortiz of Spokane is a licensed marriage and family therapist by profession and a poet by passion.

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