One of my favorite blogs is that of the Political Cartel; I suspect I like this blog because the authors showcase a political and ideological leaning much different from that of my peers while I was a student at Harding University. Moreover, they are smart and fun to chat with from time to time. Here is a post from Chris Berry, one of the PC’s authors and a student at HU.
Yesterday I wrote a post about the noose being left in an African-American student’s office at ACU. I later deleted the post as I felt it was poorly written. I also felt that I, as a Caucasian, do not have the perspective to write about what a black man feels when he sees a noose. I believe the incident at ACU was horrible, and I do not stand for racism. That being said, I will write about what the image of a noose means to me.
On September 12, 2007, the first annual “Day of Encouragement,” my uncle hanged himself from a telephone pole in my parents’ backyard in Memphis, Tennessee. This tragedy rattled my faith in God and I am just now, almost a year later, rebuilding my faith and learning to trust God again.
The first day I was back in classes at HU, my American history teacher showed us some videos in class that showed African-Americans being hanged. I couldn’t stand to look at these images, so I got up and walked out of class. The images of a people being hanged became something tangible to me. When I see a noose (even just the rope itself), I see death and injustice.
I can’t begin to imagine what this image means to someone whose family members only a generation ago were lynched for no reason at all other than their skin tone. However, I am willing to bet that death and injustice are right up there with the emotions one might feel. It appears to me that this was more of a death threat than a “joke.”