How do we compare the "Black Church Experience" to the "Southern Evangelical" Experience?

[KoKo]

Reading the letter I could understand exactly what Jeh Johnson was saying about his church and his experience there. But, if we are to accept that the "Black Church Experience" is valid and that what is preached there is an honest expression of what African-Americans need to feel "part of their heritage" then why is it we can't accept the experience of White Evangelicals who follow Hagee and Dobson and the rest and that Falwell and Robertson supported their own "media and colleges?" Why is it that we were horrified that the US Justice Department and other Govt. Agencies under Bush were filled with "Regent College" graduates? Why should we be so horrified by the Religious Right and yet accept that Obama's attendance at Wrights Church was just part of him gaining an "identity?"

It seems very hypocritical....to judge one by reviling their flag waving views on gun ownership, abortion and creationist views and yet give a "pass" to the experience of the other. :shrug:

Here's what I'm talking about:

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=132x5480265

A snip but go to link for full deal......

Message from Jeh Johnson:

Lanny-(Davis)

I write this for myself, and not as a representative of Barack Obama or his campaign. I was prompted to write you when I saw your question “Why did he stay a member of that congregation?”

I think much of the debate over Rev. Wright and his statements overlooks the unique role of the black church in the black community. I’ve never been to Trinity in Chicago, but I’ve been to many churches like Trinity. Historically, the black church is the one place for blacks free of any white influence, something blacks can call all their own. It’s the fraternity, the funeral director, the marriage counselor, the lawyer, the tax preparer, the therapist, the AA anonymous. Black churches such as Trinity are often the center of the black community, the one place where people of different economic classes come together to see each other, worship God, engage in community service and outreach, and it is about much more than the pastor.

I am not biracial and I did not grow up in Hawaii. I did grow up in an overwhelmingly white community, and was constantly plagued by my minority status. I had no place to turn to find my own identity. My parents then had the wisdom and good sense to send me to Dr. King’s alma mater, Morehouse College in southwest Atlanta, the only all-male black college left in the country, and that four-year experience basically made me who I am today.

While there, I started attending the Baptist church across the street (though I am an Episcopalian). It was a real, down-home black church. My very first reaction to it was shock and slight amusement. The pastor was often over the top in his sermons, and he drove a Mercedes despite his poor congregation. I would listen to the good Rev. and often disagreed with much of his overheated rhetoric, but I kept going back to this church.

Why did I do that? For the first time in my life I felt like a full participant in the black experience, with no conditions. No one questioned who I was, where I came from, what I had done before to prove my blackness. There was just an elderly lady with a big smile at the door who handed me a program and said “God bless you son.”

While there I witnessed poor and uneducated black people shake off misery, poverty, addiction, alcoholism, death, sickness, relatives in jail and all the other stuff that makes life challenging in the big city. Women in white uniforms walked the aisle to catch people as they passed out from it all. During the service, a deacon or someone else would describe all the different church-related activities for outreach, helping someone who had lost a job, or visiting the sick and shut-in who could not make it to church.

On the way out, someone else would say “come back again and see us young man” though they didn’t know me at all. By attending that church, I felt part of the community around me, and it was quite uplifting on Sunday after I went back to the books. Barack has never explained it this way, but I suspect given the way he was raised he felt some of the same things when he first started attending Trinity, and why he found a home there.

In the course of my own life, I have encountered many very militant and angry elements of the black community, much of them as formative for me as the large corporate law firm in which I am now a partner, the Clinton Administration, or growing up in Wappingers Falls, New York. But, it would be an act of sheer hypocrisy for me to try to renounce any of this. For example, at Morehouse many educated teachers and invited speakers blasted the white man, black men who acted like the white man, and condemned our whole society as fatally racist.

When I graduated in 1979, Louis Farrakhan was our baccalaureate speaker and Joshua Nkomo, leader of the armed struggle to liberate Zimbabwe, was our commencement speaker. With Coretta Scott King sitting near the front row, I vividly recall Nkomo preaching “the only thing the white man understands is the barrel of a gun.” I certainly didn’t agree with that then, and I don’t now. But I love Morehouse and would rather quit all involvement in public affairs before I had to sever my ties of support to the school. Morehouse is part of what makes me a proud African-American.

A good friend to me from my parent’s generation, a retired ivy-league professor who is like an uncle to me, was branded a dangerous radical and subversive by our government in the 1960s. J. Edgar Hoover wiretapped his conversations with Dr. King. But, if someone combed his books and found something he wrote with which I disagreed, I’d rather disassociate myself from my right arm than publicly renounce this man.

The reality is this: Those of us who participate in both the white and African-American experiences will very likely have a Jeremiah Wright in our lives - it could be our teacher, our uncle, our brother, our father, or our pastor. It is simply part of the American experience.

But, here I am, a patriot who - I can honestly say - harbors no “anger” or racial animosity toward anybody, including my white law partners, my white neighbors, or my white family members. I can’t guarantee much about anything in life, but I can guarantee, from what I know about Barack Obama, that he feels the same in his heart and soul.

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[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. ~

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[shraby]

2. Why don't we just remember to separate

church and state?? Conversations about the difference in churches in the context of a presidential run are not productive. The way I see it is "who gives a shit"??? To each his own, but KEEP IT OUT OF MY GOVERNMENT.

[patrice]

3. My family is "White" and some of us are Racists. I don't agree with them, but we were raised to

KEEP family central in our hearts and as much as possible in our lives. They know where I am on these issues and I know where they are. No solutions yet, but at least we haven't made it worse, MUCH worse, by hating and rejecting one another.

[SoCalDem]

4. ..................

[KoKo]

5. Gonna have to "splain that one" SoCal....

to me...anyway.. :shrug:

[SoCalDem]

6. southern snake-handling churches

:rofl: