Clybourne Park

Some hard observations tonight about race and how we, as humans, mismanage our words while trying to develop relationships.  We try, all of us, to make ‘politically correct’ statements, to not alienate others, to keep our fears to ourselves, but we cannot.  We all bring our ‘social locations’ to every conversation we participate in.  We bring all our baggage and our experiences—those good and those that were not so good—and try to be in community with people who look or act differently.  We tell jokes that marginalize and put others down.  We describe others by race, creed, ability and sexuality.  We try to be inclusive and open minded, but, in reality, we fail; at least those of us who are over 25 years old seem to fail. Our kids are our hope.  Our kids, who have been exposed to many cultures, colors and traditions, who eat together and talk together and who, often, do not know of the segregation we older folks have experienced. 

We saw the Clybourne Park at the Guthrie tonight and left with some harsh realities that we have not come as far as we think we have regarding race.  Jeff and I cannot change the reality that we grew up in “white bread” communities, where people of color were extremely rare and where neighborhoods were still segregated, for whatever reason.  How are we still complicit in perpetuating discrimination?  And more important, how can we change the attitude of discrimination?  These are big questions, and watching this play, opened wide the conversation for us, probing us and making us take good long looks in the mirror.


Dear God of All, you put creative ideas in the minds of artists that provoke the rest of us.  We are challenged by the ideas that should not even be issues.  Issues of equality:  of race, of gender, of sexuality, are often subjects of various works of literature and art, and they poke us and send us seeking our deepest fears, driving them to the uncomfortable surface where we must dissect them to understand who we are and how we need to begin to see the opportunities we have to be instruments of change.  Help us to see in the mirror the image of acceptance, of intolerance towards bigotry and harmful discrimination, and become more open and welcoming to those who, in one way or another, live differently than we do.  Help us find opportunities to sit together and eat, sharing our traditions, our palates, our customs and dining habits that help us learn to become the heavenly family you created.  Amen.