Hai. Haiiii. Haaaai.

We have received job offers from another country (in order to protect our identity, we’ll call it “Aydun” on the blog – it’s an East Asian country with small Christian and Muslim populations).  We will be flying out next week.  Although not what we had in mind and not where we had felt God calling us, this opportunity may be able to open doors elsewhere, including Dunya if we decide to try again.  We are trying to stay open to God’s working in ways unexpected.  Which has been difficult – we’re experiencing a confusing mix of excitement over the new path and disappointment over the loss.  We are not sure what to expect, but are praying for opportunities as well as eyes to see them.

A friend who speaks Aydun’s language agreed to teach me a little of the language before we leave.  At the beginning of the lesson, I asked him, “So, how do you say, ‘Hello’?”

He replied, “Well, we usually just say ‘Hai’.”

“Hai.  Haiiii.  Haaaai.”  I repeated, practicing the new word and attempting to get the inflection just right.

“Umm… so, it’s ‘Hi’… you know, like English… ‘Hi!’”

I felt pretty stupid.  My wife laughed.

 

Urban Renewal, Negro Removal

Cross-posted on Consuming Jesus.

Back in May of this past year, I posted on Facebook and wrote, “A sobering, disturbing, significant article. While gentrification is a complex reality, we must work diligently to partner with vulnerable communities so that they are not displaced/replaced.”  The article itself begins with the words, “Portland, already the whitest major city in the country, has become whiter at its core even as surrounding areas have grown more diverse…Nearly 10,000 people of color, mostly African Americans, also moved out. They moved to the city’s eastern edges, where sidewalks, grocery stores and access to public transit is limited.”

One of my Facebook friends wrote, “Help me understand what white people are doing wrong, Paul. (I don’t like looking at things with ‘color’ in mind to begin with—isn’t this more a basic issue of economics?) If they move out to the suburbs it’s bad. If they live in the inner city it’s bad. What is the problem and what solutions do you propose?”  These are great questions.

I intended to respond in May, but then my Dad passed away.  I have not had the opportunity or emotional strength to write this piece until now.  I would like to begin with remarks made by Paul Kurth, who also wrote me in May in response to my post.  Paul is a designer at a Portland architecture firm.  Paul argued, “Architecturally, the city is an evolving organism and must change to survive—some buildings and neighborhoods get worn out and need to be fixed, but after reconstruction the neighborhood isn’t the same because it’s hard to make new buildings affordable without subsidies. Good city planning mixes uses and income levels. Affordable housing should be built alongside the more expensive homes. The segregation of higher income areas (the Pearl District) isn’t helping to ease economic tensions/imbalance. It’s up to the people who have the means and choice to make changes to integrate their own lives with people who are different than themselves and don’t have many choices.”

Sometimes we don’t determine to integrate our lives with people who are different because of lack of bandwidth and/or interest.  Sometimes we aren’t even aware of gentrification’s evolution and negative impact on some vulnerable (yet resilient) communities.  But if we are really about community, we must be diligent to diversify.  While people are often well-intentioned who claim that we should not look at things with color in mind, the lack of awareness of color is problematic for various reasons.  For one, we are not color blind; nor should we be.  Attention to color is attentiveness to the richness of cultural diversity.  Moreover, we often associate with those who are most like us.  So, if we are not intentional, we will not engage those who are of different ethnic backgrounds, especially when they belong to a different economic demographic.  And in America, race and class issues often track with one another historically and presently.  While I appreciate people’s desire to be color blind in the sense of not prejudging people, we must be intentional and see people for who they are in the fullness of their ethnic and cultural identity, including the color of their skin, though not exclusively so.  Moreover, given how racial profiling often occurs today in unimaginable ways (such as the racial profiling of a student I know in Portland by a white police officer last spring), we would be blind to injustices if we sought to be blind to matters pertaining to the color of one’s skin.

Back to my Facebook friend’s concerns.  I have no problem with people of diverse ethnicities moving into or out of Portland’s heart.  What I have problems with is when it is against their will.  There used to be a thriving African American community in what is now the Rose Quarter.  Then the community was displaced to Northeast Portland as a result of city planning endeavors.  I doubt if city planners would ever restructure thriving affluent communities on the Northwest side of town for whatever the reason, if such restructuring would threaten to displace them.  Given the recent migration of young Bohemians with bistros and art studios to Northeast Portland, African Americans living there have been displaced to places like Gresham and Beaverton.

My friend Robert Wall, a former Portland government official, reflects on Portland’s patterns of gentrification: “In most of these cases the driving force is the planning process without the incentives to remain.  I find it interesting that in almost every redevelopment there are huge profits made. Most of these profits are funded by the set aside tax dollars paid by the land owners prior to the redevelopment. So, in part we have a planning problem and a greed problem that adds up to racial discrimination. It used to be called red-lining. Now it’s mainly green-lining (of someone else’s pocket).”  Mr. Wall maintains that whenever a few people benefit economically from decisions that they know negatively impact many, it is greed.  Doesn’t that sound like greed to you?

The African American church has been significantly impacted by this trend.  So, what can be done?

Sister churches of diverse ethnicity can partner with them to minister effectively in their increasingly diverse context by working with African American pastors and congregations to reach out in these increasingly diverse settings.  This may include doing service projects together in the community, or sending a team of people to the churches in the historically African American community who would become members of those African American churches.

Moreover, one can work with one’s neighbors to keep the community intact.  A friend of mine who lives in Northeast Portland worked with his neighbors to make sure that one family would not have to move when the cost of living and taxes rose.  That family switched houses with another family: the family who could no longer afford their house moved into their neighbors’ house that was more affordable, and those neighbors moved into theirs, which they were able to afford.  While this is not often possible for a variety of reasons, it became reality for this neighborhood.

It is also important to be in contact with one’s city commissioner and one’s neighborhood association, advocating for equality and diversity.  When neighbors partner together in this way, the possibility exists that unjust forms of gentrification will occur less often.

It is also critical that we make ourselves aware of past and present tensions.  One reason why Portland’s central city is so white is because it was intended to be so historically, as one African American pastor reasoned with me recently.  A friend who teaches urban studies at a local university informed me that for many African Americans urban renewal is Negro removal.  He often cites the expansion of Emmanuel Hospital in the 1970s as one such example (See discussion on this expansion and its impact).  Moreover, red lining along with city developments historically in thriving African American sections of town along with laws on the books in Oregon and Portland in days gone by certainly made it extremely difficult for African Americans to live in Portland and Oregon generally.  The impact of those decisions is still felt in the city, even though those laws are no longer in place.  With this long-standing impact in mind, we need to restructure our laws and neighborhoods so that people of diverse ethnicities will feel more welcome and their businesses can survive and thrive. (See one recent proposal).  Cities and states offer such benefits for thriving companies to move to their regions.  The same kinds of incentives should be offered to those communities and businesses that have been impacted negatively from various forms of gentrification and urban renewal.  While some might take the following statement by an African American business woman in Northeast Portland for sour grapes, I take it to be more in keeping with what occurred to the migrants in Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath, albeit in a less overt and more subtle manner: “A black person’s property has no value until a white person owns it.”  It’s so easy to try and deny her view when one is white.  But one cannot deny her experience, if one has not lived in her shoes.

This point on experience and interpretation of events also calls to mind the statement made at a public gathering in one Northeast Portland neighborhood a few years ago.  A group of young white business owners of cafes and bistros and other such shops were meeting to protest the impending attempt of Starbucks to enter the neighborhood.  Those gathered there were recent transplants, and they were afraid that Starbucks would hurt their businesses.  It was almost as if they were saying, “A small business owner’s property has no value until Starbucks owns it.”  One African American man standing in the back during the gathering finally spoke up and said something to the effect, “To the traditional community (African American), you are the Starbucks.”  So, it is.  I often am.  So, now that I know that I am will I become more sensitive, as Starbucks has been known to do in many cases, or will I keep on pouring lattes laced with opium for the masses?

Doors, Windows, S___

By this time, I thought I’d be in Dunya by now.  After a number of delays, it turns out that we have been denied a visa and no longer have jobs.  Our would-be employers want us but are out of options, and so we find ourselves scrambling for employment elsewhere with loan payments looming.  My wife and I do not know what will be in store for us.  We will probably still be going overseas, but we will probably need to head to East Asia instead – at least for a year.

We will be entering a rather ambiguous time.  We’re aren’t sure if this is a detour on our path to Dunya, or whether we are heading in a new direction.  We have heard that “When God closes a door, He opens a window.”  But we also look at this and see cultural flaws such as non-confrontation and endless bureacracy thwarting what we perceived as God’s will and hurting this school.  On a side note, my wife and I’s favorite response to the news was from a friend of mine who, obviously in some sort of pastoral zone, simply said, “S___!!!”  So validating.  If you read this, thanks.  I think it’s shorthand for “God’s providential care doesn’t mean that crap doesn’t happen.  It does, but I’m here if you need anything.”

So it looks like we’ll be taking the scenic route to Dunya, if we make it there at all.  I’m disappointed but at peace about it.  I guess I’ll keep blogging.  Like the upcoming year itself, it just won’t be how I pictured it.

 

The Good Samaritan or the Beaten Man?

As I briefly stated in the previous entry, one of my hopes for the trip is to simply create friendships.  I believe when friendships emerge across hostile boundaries, like the current boundaries between the American church and Muslims, the kingdom of God is present, however hidden.  Even if not a single person “accepts the gospel,” I hope I can look back and consider the trip worthwhile if I am a good neighbor, a smiling face next door.  It may seem a small and insignificant gesture in the face of such a large, complex issue, but I believe the kingdom is built with small, seemingly insignificant gestures.

One passage which I have studied in preparation for my trip and which has influenced this desire is the parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10).  In response to the question “Who is my neighbor?,” Jesus flips the question around through a beautiful story of mercy, asking in effect, “To whom are you a neighbor?”  Rather than looking for boundaries, Jesus calls the would-be-disciple to look for opportunities.

I came across a wonderfully insightful comment on this passage in Augustine’s On Christian Doctrine.   Augustine reminds his readers that “Nobody can be a neighbor except to a neighbor….  Thus we should understand that he is our neighbor to whom the office of mercy should be shown if he needs it… and that he is our neighbor who in turn shows this office to us.”  Perhaps this is why Jesus’ story depicts a Samaritan showing mercy to a Jew, when a Jew had asked Him the question.

It has been suggested to me that I should pray that any new Muslim friends of mine would have crises that might lead them to seek my counsel.  Besides being a rather morbid prayer request, it also seems a little one-sided.  Couldn’t a crisis of mine be equally an opportunity for mercy to be shown and friendships deepened?  Couldn’t a crisis of mine just as easily lead to a conversation about who Jesus is?  Does Jesus really need me to be in a position of power to make Himself known through me?  If He does, I hate to break it to Him, but He should have paid closer attention to who I am and where He was sending me.

I have heard a story of missionaries who struggled to connect with their new neighbors overseas.  These missionaries had a child, and their position of vulnerability raising a baby in a foreign land broke down those walls.  They found once distant neighbors suddenly warm, offering support through small acts of care for the young family’s well-being.  I don’t think it’s quite appropriate to pray for myself or anyone else to have a crisis, but I do pray for relationships filled with mercy when crises inevitably happen.

 

Prayer Request:  I will be flying out in a week or so – yikes.

An Introduction

In a few weeks I will be flying overseas and beginning a new season of life.  This new season will bring with it many challenges: learning a new language, performing a job that I’m not exactly ready for, and the predictably unpredictable minefield that is adapting to a new culture.  New surrounding religion, new social mores, new foods, new holidays, new customs – even giving “the finger,” if I was so inclined, would require different fingers than which I am accustomed.

In addition, the country is predominantly Muslim (in order to protect my identity I will be referring to the country as Dunya in this blog, the Turkish-Persian-Arabic word for “world”).  As someone who follows Christ, it has felt awkward telling others this part.  “Muslims don’t like Americans,” or so I’ve been told by countless, well-meaning people (enough times that I have to wonder whether that’s Americanese for “Americans don’t like Muslims”).  Or, from the more churchly, “God bless you, they really need Jesus.”  And we don’t?

At times I’ve tried to ease the awkwardness by stressing the financial benefits or the adventure of travelling across cultures, an attempt to make it understandable, even normal.  But they’re lies, and not even good ones – there are other countries I could go to for more money and more exciting adventures.  I believe that by going to Dunya I am somehow following Jesus.

On one occasion, after explaining where I was going and about my job, an incredibly warm-hearted person asked me, bristling with enthusiasm, “So is this gospel-centered?”  Somewhat caught off guard, I lamely replied, “Well, in the sense that I’m a Christian.”  I don’t know his intention behind the question – the gospel means different things to different people – but the more I think about it, the more I like the question.  I at least hope this is gospel-centered.  I hope this in whatever small way makes the kingdom of God more visible – to myself as well as others.  If “Muslims don’t like Americans” and vice versa, then simply showing up can be a small gesture of God’s reconciling work.  Even if not a single person “accepts the gospel” as popularly understood, if friendships are born which otherwise would not have existed, the kingdom of God will be present.

As a way to keep myself gospel-centered and to include others in the journey, I have decided to try to blog regularly with the NW community.  I thought it would be meaningful to share reflections on cross-cultural missions, prayer requests, and even the occasional ethical dilemma or two.