Come and see.<\/em>\u00a0Fr. Luigi Giussani tells us that Christ\u2019s words to Andrew and John belong to \u201cthe Christian formula, the Christian method.\u201d In this method, we discover an invitation that waits on our freedom to enter into deeper intimacy with Christ and with others. Such was my experience when I first met Rose Tomassi and she told me about the New York Encounter<\/a> exhibit she was working on. As someone who is fairly new to the\u00a0Communion and Liberation<\/a> movement, I was immediately drawn to the idea that a group of young Catholics were working on James Baldwin together. While I had come across this famous African American artist during my education, I was intrigued by the idea that a Catholic movement saw value in his work for their own spiritual formation.<\/p>\n There is a temptation, when facing past trauma, to ignore or downplay its effect on our present. As much as we may tell ourselves \u201cit\u2019s in the past,\u201d such events continue to shape our day to day lives, self-perception, and relationships with others. On the other hand, there is an equal temptation to seek out or try to construct a solution that will permanently eradicate the suffering inflicted by this trauma, treating it as if it were merely a broken piece of machinery\u2026According to American novelist and essayist James Baldwin, none of these responses get to the root of the problem\u2026The trajectory of racism in the US is the result of people alienated from who they are as beings created for relationship\u2026The only remedy to this evil is an encounter that can reawaken our own personhood. It is those who take the risk of allowing themselves to be loved who can begin to discover their own need, and to respect that same need in their neighbor.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Why did these words move me? Why did they correspond with my heart and give me hope that maybe there is something in this movement for me? These words impacted me because they also brought to mind my experiences in Central Minnesota. Because of an academic fellowship I had received from 2017-2018, I was able to work on my dissertation at an institute located in a fairly homogenous town. It was not uncommon to see flyers for the local state university\u2019s \u201cWhite Students Union\u201d posted at the local gas station. When I read the Charlottesville slogan (\u201cyou will not replace us\u201d) at the bottom of these posters, I wondered who they were talking about.<\/p>\n One Sunday, I went to mass and found myself sitting in the back. As I turned to give the sign of peace to those sitting behind me, I held my hand up to a tall blonde woman. She looked at my hand held in mid-air, looked me in the eyes, looked back at my brown hand, and gave peace to the person on my left and on my right. I was stunned. I turned back around and wondered what had just happened. As I made my way to the altar to receive the Eucharist, I wondered about the purpose of the \u201csign of peace\u201d during the liturgy. When I knelt in prayer after receiving the sacrament, I let silent tears express a truth that my mind could not yet put into words.<\/p>\n In that moment, not only had my humanity been rejected, but her humanity had been diminished as well. In the presence of our Eucharistic Lord, the Body of Christ had been wounded. I shared this incident with a few friends and realized that the experience was far more common than I realized \u2013 occurring in states as disparate as Minnesota and Massachusetts, Washington and Texas. The color line that W.E.B. Dubois so famously named in 1903 not only cuts across US society, but also across our Eucharistic table, dividing us from one another and revealing our lack of concrete human communion.<\/p>\n Because of this experience and others, I was drawn to work on Baldwin for the New York Encounter because I needed to know for myself if there was a Catholic space that could talk about race and racism with honesty. As our core team read and discussed a number of Baldwin\u2019s works over a five month period, I loved how we kept returning to questions concerning the meaning of relationality for our humanity in general and our identities as American Catholics in particular. While it is often more comfortable to talk in generalities about the human condition, I was impressed by how we struggled with what it meant to be Catholic within the white-black racial binary that is part of our inheritance as US Americans.<\/p>\n Reading and discussing Baldwin\u2019s Notes of a Native Son<\/em> <\/a>also helped me to make sense of my year in Minnesota. Baldwin recalls a year he spent in New Jersey without the safe buffer of family or friends to protect him from racial hostility. With society continuously rejecting him at work, bars, diners, and bowling alleys, he wrestled with the temptation to internalize bitterness. At nineteen years of age, he understood that he had lost a certain innocence about human nature because he could never fully be carefree again. Rather, he would have to remain vigilant, never quite sure if he could be himself in the presence of racial difference or trust the other to see his full humanity.<\/p>\n Yet, he also does not want to become like his father, who had internalized this oppression from an entire lifetime of racial discrimination. In recognizing both the temptation towards bitterness and the desire to remain free from it, Baldwin ultimately suggests two ideas that must be held in constant tension. First, he must accept the reality of racism that has been given to him \u2013 \u201cinjustice is commonplace.\u201d It is a reality that he cannot escape and one with which he must face without delusion. Second, and equally powerful, however, is the idea that he must constantly fight this injustice in society. This fight, however, begins with the heart. In every moment, he must pay attention to what is going on within. He must free himself from the internalization of despair that comes with the feeling of constant social rejection. He must also resist letting any form of hatred take root. Only in this manner can he work for racial justice with love, inviting others to examine their wounded hearts as well.<\/p>\n Therefore, it is at the level of the heart \u2013 not the law \u2013 that we encounter the significance of our racial wounds. While Andrew and John recognized an exceptional presence that magnetized them at the beginning of Jesus\u2019 ministry, Thomas recognized his broken humanity in the presence of Christ\u2019s glorified wounds. The word made flesh became wounded flesh to reveal humanity\u2019s persistent capacity for brother to turn against brother. Cain\u2019s betrayal of Abel is not only repeated in the apostles\u2019 abandonment of our Lord, but also in our constant rejection of one another. The resurrection, therefore, is not simply the victory of life over death, but the possibility of new life, of redeemed relationships, that start from the wounds that divide us. Through these wounds we discover our own need, recognize that same need in others, and discover a path of mutual healing.<\/p>\n My experience of mutual vulnerability with this core team as we wrestled with the presence of racism in our church and society gives me hope for our exhibit entitled \u201c\u2019His Seeing Caused Me to Begin to See\u2019: Looking at Race and Reality with James Baldwin.\u201d<\/a> The themes of this exhibit will also be emphasized in a corresponding panel<\/a> that features Daryl Davis who convinced hundreds of KKK members to leave the Klan with the question: \u201chow can you hate me if you don\u2019t even know me?\u201d and Christian Picciolini, a former white supremacist. 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<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>A few weeks later, I was sitting in a coffee shop, sifting through the initial documents that Rose had sent to our core team. Not only did the attachments include Baldwin\u2019s article \u201cNothing Personal<\/a>,\u201d which Fr. Jose Medina had brought with him to Seattle during his previous visit, but also the proposal for the exhibit itself. As I read the proposal, I was moved by these words:<\/p>\n<\/p>\n