All Humans Are in Me, and I in Them

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Friends, I had been intending to stay out of the recent discussion [on the Quakers Facebook page, around the turn of the year 2019] about Friends’ alleged racism, white privilege, and white fragility, feeling that I had no healing wisdom to add to it. I’ve come to see myself as a racist-in-recovery, one aspect of my being a sinner-in-recovery. If the Lord sees a way to use me to help heal the spiritual disease that is North American racism, few things would please me more (perhaps only the abolition of war, the reversal of global warming, or the universal repentance of selfishness). But if I speak in self-will, I may impress some other old privileged white males with my eloquence, but I’m unlikely to cause any of the needed changes of heart. So I’ve kept silent.

But then today it struck me that we humans are, as Paul wrote, “one body in Christ, and every one members one of another” (Romans 12:5 KJV), a thought developed further in 1 Corinthians 12, Ephesians 4:25 and 5:30, — but also in Hindu tradition where the Universal Human is called Hiranyagarbha Prajapati, in Qabalistic tradition where He/She is called Adam Qadmon. The theme of our membership in a larger being recurs in the thought of Swedenborg, in the Gaia Hypothesis, and in A Course in Miracles, among others: we are not merely separate individuals. If Christ my Savior lives in me, and I in Him; and if the fallen Adam/Eve also lives in me, and I in Him/Her, then I “contain” every nasty racist, and also every oppressed person of color, and also the Savior who is one with the God whose name is Love. How can I hear their voices if I don’t listen for them? How can I hope to understand Hitler, Stalin, or Cain if I refuse to see how something in me is like them? How can I break its evil power over me without first recognizing it, then calling on a Higher Power to vanquish it? So much for the lie, “I am not a racist.”

And yet I am limited by this body-identity, and dare not claim to know what a man or woman of color feels like — I, who have never been born and raised in the United States in a black or Native American skin. I can’t even know what my sisters, wife, mother, or daughter feel like, having wombs and female hormones in their blood, and histories of being treated as men’s inferiors. I can only listen with respect when they speak.

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2 Responses to “All Humans Are in Me, and I in Them”

  1. Leslie Sussan Says:

    Is it ok to share this? I found it very moving.

  2. John Jeremiah Edminster Says:

    Oh, please do share it! Thank you!

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