“I am marching because I am a mother, I am a sister, I am a daughter, I am a wife, and I am a survivor. That’s what I am saying if anyone asks me,” I told her.

[…] The decision to march was not a partisan one, it was a moral one, and it was a spiritual one. If I didn’t march it I would be listening to a frightening interlocutor—and his name is despair.

Party affiliations are not creating the alienation at the root of what is happening. The challenges are much more painful—and if I stay silent or still in the face of this situation I would not be doing my job as a pastor or a mother.

Donald Trump should not be mistaken as the root issue that we face right now, nor should any political party. He is a container for many of the things this country has failed to address for generations. And those things that he refracts in these impulsive first few days in office and all along the campaign trail are plain and simple: patriarchy and white supremacy.

And the dynamics of patriarchy and white supremacy have tentacles that spider through every institution that props this country up: economic, political, religious, and academic. He did not rise to power in a vacuum. He is an American creation—and oh how difficult it is to see ourselves reflected back to us this way.

The challenge in the days ahead is not how to take down Donald Trump (although that may be something that would lower the inflammation of the current moment), the challenge is how to heal a wound that is oozing with a love-resistant infection.

The church got too cozy with political power. Jesus followers got too complacent with materialism. And the United States got too comfortable with the misogyny and racism that we learned to look past, or worse yet, to normalize.

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