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Uprooting Racism<br />
Jason Donati’s story by Josh Holowell.<br />
Jason is 36 years old.<br />
“What did you just say?”<br />
Anger overtook me as I stood with the young men I was working with by the<br />
dirt pile.<br />
It was one of my many opportunities to interact with the youth of our<br />
community, educating them on our environment. One of them had just used a<br />
nasty racial slur to describe the black students working in another part of the<br />
field. I challenged him. He stood firm by his comment and began to explain how<br />
he saw the world. How everyone in his neighborhood knew what “black people”<br />
were really like.<br />
The others joined in. I let them continue to spit out words of hate, words which<br />
fell heavy upon my heart, each like a dagger against my family. And here I had a<br />
choice to make. I was brought here to teach about the environment, but today’s<br />
lesson was going to be about racism. Who else was going to have this conversation<br />
with these kids if not me?<br />
I began to tell the boys about my biracial family. That racial slur was not at some<br />
unknown “them,” but against the love of my life and our wonderful children. I<br />
told the boys of the pain this causes. I told them that this is not just the way the<br />
world is, but that racism is evil. I also told them that this hate aimed at others<br />
would eat away at them too, slowly killing their compassion. There was a better<br />
way forward. But to do so, they would have to go outside their comfort zone.<br />
They would need to put themselves into places that challenged their privilege as<br />
white males in America.<br />
As I felt rage against their racism, I couldn’t help but reflect on my own life’s<br />
journey. I couldn’t help but see that these boys were a product of their neighborhood<br />
as much as I was, growing up a privileged white male in Muncie, Indiana. While I<br />
was always taught better, I held biases myself and tolerated the blatant racism that<br />
surrounded me. I may not have always joined in, but I stood alongside, allowing<br />
such hate to infect the ground I walked upon. And just as weeds overtake a<br />
beautiful garden that is neglected, the weeds of racism had crept in and overtaken<br />
my community and even myself.<br />
This all changed for me when I had the chance to leave Muncie and serve inner<br />
city communities throughout the East Coast in AmeriCorps. I lived and worked<br />
in some of the roughest communities in our nation. There I saw the brokenness<br />
and the beauty of people. There I developed relationships with those who were<br />
very different from me.<br />
And there I saw the realities of systemic racism in our nation. Where<br />
communities of color were talked about and not talked with. Where decisions<br />
were made for these communities and not with them. Where young men had to<br />
hustle their way into money because the jobs I could provide for them wouldn’t<br />
pay enough. Where I saw young men turn to violence against one another because<br />
no one cared enough to care about them.<br />
And where everything I had learned and absorbed was challenged.<br />
It changed me. The people I worked alongside, and for, changed me.<br />
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