Part two in the white men in history who stood up to racism series. For why I think these stories are important, see part one. This one is a story from South Africa. I fell in love with this story after reading the book Afrikaner Revolutionary. Abraham Fischer was the prime minister of the Orange Free State.Continue reading “Afrikaner Revolutionary: the lawyer who fought to end apartheid”
Category Archives: Social Justice
The story of the explorer, the missionary and the conquistador
I’m starting a series on white men in history who stood up to racism. I’ve explained why I think this is important at the end. The message I want to spread with these stories is we have options. Sometimes we trap ourselves in this false dichotomy where we acknowledge there were some pretty bad whiteContinue reading “The story of the explorer, the missionary and the conquistador”
Stories and Social Justice (a sandwich)
sometimes I get this longing for something beautiful. I hear sermons on theological abstract principles that don’t inspire me, so I go home and write what would have inspired me.
Healed beggars and other delightfully compelling acts of God that people can’t ignore.
I’m still thinking about that shriveled, old, beggar. That moment when Peter stretched out his hand, helped the man to his feet, and the thin, crooked legs became strong and the twisted angles straightened, and even though the man was still as thin as a rail, he gasped with astonishment and slowly, shakily at firstContinue reading “Healed beggars and other delightfully compelling acts of God that people can’t ignore.”
“I was 19 years old when Hector P died”- a poem (Youth Day Reflections Part 2)
For part 1 of Youth Day Refections go here. If I could have breakfast with any two people in South Africa, it would be Desmond Tutu and Jonathan Jansen (throw in some Miroslav Volf and I literally would be in heaven, scribbling down every word that any of them uttered, except Volf is not SouthContinue reading ““I was 19 years old when Hector P died”- a poem (Youth Day Reflections Part 2)”
Where were you on June 16th? (Youth Day reflections part 1)
I realized something today. 50% of South Africa’s population is under the age of 19. 70% is under the age of 35. Anyway you slice this, the majority of people in South Africa have not lived through apartheid. And most of the people who did live through apartheid are my parent’s age or older. TheyContinue reading “Where were you on June 16th? (Youth Day reflections part 1)”
Subverting the empire with prayer and other whispers of hope
These past few months, I’ve been spending less time in Sweetwaters/Mpumuza and more time in the comfy suburb of Hilton… and it’s been making me quite bitter. For some reason, it’s easier for me to hang on to hope in Sweetwaters. There’s poverty, there’s suffering, there are things that make me want to cry, butContinue reading “Subverting the empire with prayer and other whispers of hope”
At the beautiful gate
Honestly, the first time we went, I thought, “Oh Lord, anywhere but the burn ward.” I do not enjoy even mild descriptions of anything related to my body. I like that it keeps working. In fact, I loved all the abstract theory of things in biology class. But please don’t go into any detailsContinue reading “At the beautiful gate”
Justice Isn’t Blind (part 2)
In Justice Isn’t Blind (Part 1) I argue that I don’t like an emphasis on non-racialism, because I don’t think it promotes equality. The reason I gave is because our past history of injustice based on race means that certain racial groups today are still economically advantaged and disadvantaged. A blind application of formal equalityContinue reading “Justice Isn’t Blind (part 2)”
Justice isn’t blind (part 1)
I’ve been doing lots of reading (too much reading) for my thesis, and I need a place that’s not academic-jargon-world to thrash some of it out. That space will be here. Sorry, friends, if talking about race is not your thing. You can tune out for the next few posts. I’ll let you know whenContinue reading “Justice isn’t blind (part 1)”