Last week I came across an image that sparked reflection on many of the traumas I experienced as a child. It is a trauma that lingers in my life, and it is a trauma that I have found that many other people share.
Well, I wrote about my trauma and how it affected my philosophy and life choices on my Facebook.
Here is that post:
This is, apparently, what the real Jesus of Nazareth looks like, according to an artist, an algorithm and real, historical data (as opposed to a story that white people tell themselves).
I am an atheist. I don’t believe in god, or the devil, or heaven, or hell, but I like and respect this guy. He was a rebel, he was an anti-authoritarian, he dedicated his life to helping the poor, the sick, the destitute, the people rejected and rejected by society. He associated with prostitutes and lepers, and gave comfort to the sick and suffering, and cried aloud and relentlessly the hypocrisy of the church and its leaders. From what I understood, he was like, “Hey, you’re a sinner. It’s a hassle. Let me help you be a better person. No, I don’t expect anything from you for that. I just want to be as loving as possible. ”He was a really great guy.
This boy, in this photo, is not the Jesus I was introduced to at the parish school. The Jesus I was introduced to was awfully white, like a super super super white, and he was keeping an eye on you so he could spy on you at his dad, who was SUPER PUNISHED FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID all the time for some reason. . The Jesus I knew was like, maybe he would be okay with you, as long as you knew what a fucking gigantic you were. And he absolutely did not accept anyone who did not do exactly what the authority figures at school told us we should do. And Reagan was essentially his avatar sent to Earth. If we hadn’t worshiped Reagan the same way we should have worshiped white Jesus, we would have had a really bad time. Did I say I was like 8 when all of this was transplanted to me?
I am deeply offended by American Christianity. It brought nothing but pain into my life. I deeply resent and despise the evangelical Christians who turned this guy in this photo, who was reportedly cold, loving, kind, who was a legitimate rebel, into someone who hates all the same things they hate and LOVES him. authoritarian in the same way they do. I despise people who do all sorts of cruel, hurtful and hateful things in this guy’s name. And they are EVERYWHERE in America.
I don’t know how it is in the rest of the world. What I do know is that, in America, this person has been perverted into a weapon, a club, to be used against the very people that the real Jesus loved and defended. That’s disgusting.
And, look, if anyone professes to follow the teachings of this guy, whose WHOLE FUCKING WHAT was “love everyone. Period. No exception”, and they don’t, how, do they? They’re as bad as the money changers in the temple. I know that this guy loves them, because he’s all his own, but I suspect if this guy exists, he’s disappointed and maybe a little embarrassed by them.
As an afterthought: I can’t stop thinking about how this guy was an immigrant and poor. I keep thinking that if he showed up in … let’s say Texas, today, how badly he would have been treated by the same people who use his name and pervert his teachings to exercise control over the same people that Jesus went through all of his life. life watching nach.
And honestly, none of this would matter if American Christian extremists kept their white Jesus out of our laws and government.
The most unexpected and ultimately healing result of this post was the thousands of literal comments (over 11K last time I watched) from people who shared my experience in their own way, who said “yours. experience is valid, I share it and I am very sorry. “There have been literally hundreds of comments, many from the clergy, who said,” I do not share your experience, but it is still valid. I’m so sorry. “And then there were about a dozen angry, judgmental, and proselytizing people who exemplified why I despise what I’ve called American Christianity and the evangelicals who use it to hurt and control others. I spent more time on it. participate in comments and discussions on that post than anything else I’ve ever written, and it was profound. It was healing. It was supportive. It was valuable. And, at least for the moment, it’s all gone, because Facebook has decided that the post is hate speech.
As far as I can tell, there is nothing hateful there. I mean, after I’ve been so abused by self-styled Christians, I’m allowed to despise them. I am allowed to reject their worldview, and I am allowed to talk about it. There is nothing hateful or bigoted about this. I am allowed to draw a line, to express why that line is there and to defend it.
Yet, as is so often the case when I write something right-wing authoritarians get angry about, I have been locked out of my Facebook account, once again, for what they claim is hate speech and bigotry. Clearly, someone or a group of people targeted my post and Facebook responded as usual.
They should at least be honest, and call it that: White evangelical frailty can’t stand for someone like me to express these feelings and beliefs. It threatens everything they care about, and we can’t have it, not in White Jesus America.
I filed an appeal. It will take days to get an answer if I get an answer. This, along with yesterday’s outage, is a good argument for breaking Facebook, subjecting it to more rigorous and responsive supervision, and to have our personal spaces online where an untouchable company cannot interfere with our communications.