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“We’re all messed up,<br />
but we all came out of somewhere, you know?”<br />
D.P.’s story by Deborah Mix | D.P. is a pseudonym and he is 23 years old.<br />
The first thing you should know is that my parents aren’t racists. They tried to talk to<br />
me about it. But I listened to my granddad—his dad was the head of a white supremacist<br />
organization in Kentucky. He told me that black skin was the mark of Cain, so it was a sign<br />
of evil. When he died I was in fourth grade, and I thought I could honor him by keeping<br />
his values.<br />
My school was all white, and my best friend was also racist, so it was easy to keep to the<br />
thinking that African Americans were different. It was rooted in me. It didn’t mean anything<br />
to me to use slurs, like the N-word. Now I know I was depressed and confused. I was drinking<br />
and just talking big.<br />
Then in November 2014, I was in an accident driving to work. My truck slid into a ditch and<br />
when I got out to see what happened, I got hit by a passing car, which hit another car before<br />
sliding off the road. After being hit, I was somehow able to help that driver and the other<br />
person he hit before the ambulance came. But it turned out my pelvis was fractured. At the<br />
hospital, I had a black nurse. She was so loving and compassionate, and she didn’t even know<br />
me! But once they gave me painkillers, I started saying all kinds of things, calling her names,<br />
the N-word. I don’t even know her name, but I wish I could apologize to her now.<br />
I was in the hospital for five weeks, in and out of consciousness, and when I got home, I was<br />
completely dependent on other people. I hated it. I reached for a beer, like I always did when I<br />
was unhappy, but for some reason it just tasted awful, just literally sickening.<br />
Then I remembered a family friend who visited when I was in the hospital. He prayed over<br />
me, and he invited me and my wife to visit his church. We took him up on the offer, and the<br />
first time we walked in I couldn’t believe how diverse it was. It was insane! I mean, I’ve been<br />
thinking difference is wrong, and here are all these people talking to me and welcoming us.<br />
Everything in the past I’ve done and said—I’m thinking about it and feeling guilty, but I’m still<br />
kind of numb.<br />
I get involved in the choir—music has always been really important to me—and I get asked<br />
to lead a song. So I lead the congregation in “Something About the Name Jesus,” by Kirk<br />
Franklin. I’m singing and looking out at the congregation, and it’s just like a stained-glass<br />
picture. All these people have come together to praise the same God. Something in my spirit<br />
tells me that this is what is should be like. We’re supposed to be together, not segregated.<br />
After the service, I’m eating lunch and I hear this man say, “When I heard them say your<br />
name, I wasn’t picturing a white kid. But you brought it. You sang that song!” I realize the<br />
person talking to me is the associate pastor, a black man. Before I know it, we’re friends, like<br />
real friends. I’m telling him about my marriage, about my life. He makes time for me, calling<br />
me his brother, and he’s like my family now. We talk every day.<br />
When I think about how I used to think, what I used to say then. . . I couldn’t understand<br />
how my words affected others. I was hurting, angry. I always tell people you have to respond<br />
with love because you don’t know what that angry person is going through, what they’ve dealt<br />
with that makes them act that way.<br />
I think God is asking me to tell my story. Where I was isn’t all that uncommon here in<br />
Muncie. I just want to see people love people. I keep coming back to what the Bible says,<br />
“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” I know now that’s<br />
how I want to live, and I’m trying to be that man every day of my life.<br />
It’s not easy to change. It hurts. Everything I thought is being obliterated. I spent time not<br />
knowing what to believe. But God is showing me love through other people. We’re all messed<br />
up, but we all came out of somewhere, you know? I want to help other people see they can<br />
change. I’ll tell my story to anyone who will listen.<br />
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