I’m A Sister, Not A Savior

Zoe,
Covenant University,
Tuscaloosa, AL

My upbringing in a predominately white community and church subtly trained me to look at those of color as disadvantaged. I was taught that I, as a white Christian, had something to offer to “improve” the lives of people of color. As I have grown older and been given opportunities to enter into community with those of different races, I see that I have a deep-engrained white savior complex. I am now learning NOT to approach discussions on race as a potential hero. Rather, I want to engage in these conversations in hopes of truly knowing the individuals I encounter, rejoicing and lamenting in their stories and experiences. I am learning how to love my colored brothers and sisters with dignity, stepping into uncomfortable conversations in order to learn, not to fix.


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