Taking a page from the Old Testament, a diverse group of theological experts recently gathered in Boston wearing sackcloth and ashes to dramatize their grief over the corruption of U.S. Christianity.
We did something that was previously unthinkable. We asked: who is the one person we have not yet tried to love? We decided to call Balbir Uncle’s murderer.
We publicly declare that what we hold in common in this confession is threatened by the festering infection of Eurocentric white nationalism and white supremacy.
It’s easy to point fingers at extremists carrying torches in Charlottesville. They need to be saved, we say, and we’re right. But we need to be saved too. And our silence gets in the way of our being saved.