I greatly respect Thabiti Anyabwile, who just moved back to the U.S. to plant a church in one of the poorer neighborhoods of Washington, D.C.
He has been a missionary for almost a decade in the Grand Cayman Islands, where most people look like him and he is not seen as “African-American” but just as “Pastor Thabiti.”
He is Baptist like me. I agree with his doctrine and conservative stances.
And he fears for his young son, a black male in post-racist America, where we have to admit that “driving while black” has never gone away. I have had moments of fear for some of my son’s black friends over the years, too.
So, even if you don’t agree with *everything Pastor Thabiti says here, do try to hear his heart and his concern for young people who come under a higher level of scrutiny merely due to the color of their skin.
It is like I taught my son, as a young disabled man whose autism often clouds his perception of the world: if you ever interact with the police, make sure your hands are down and you do not walk toward them.
For a disabled youth or a black youth, that has to be openly taught. Be very docile when the police arrive. Otherwise, you could be mistaken for one of the aggressors, even if you are innocently on the scene.
Mistakes happen. May they never happen to those we love and those whom Pastor Thabiti loves. May we learn a way to minimize mistakes for all.