



This was a day of contrasts. The beauty and excitement and energy of fruitful and creative interfaith engagement in two workshops, and facing into the abyss of colonialism and racism in two other events.
I began the day with Sikh worship. I enjoy Sikh worship because it is very musical. Much of the worship service is chanting Sikh hymns and the sound is quite beautiful. The worship leaders had prepared slides with an English translation of the Sanskrit chants and that made the experience more meaningful. Those of us who were not Sikh were given orange headcoverings to put on when the worship began. We also took off our shoes at the back of the room, as we would if we were in a Sikh Gurdwara. It was a peaceful and meditative beginning to the day.
I then attended a screening of an Australian documentary entitled Kanyini. It is the story of a man now known as “Uncle Bob”, an Aborigine who was part of what is known in Australia as the Stolen Generation. From 1910 to 1970 the Australian government took 50,000 aboriginal children away from their parents and tribes and sent them to be educated in Christian missionary schools as part of the colonization of aboriginal land. The documentary was powerful because Bob was the primary narrator in the film and he is very compelling as he tells the story of his people and his own life. The film includes footage from the Lutheran archives taken in the early part of the 20th century of Bob’s tribe in their natural, pre-colonization state. They were hunter/gatherers who moved from place to place in the vast area of Central Australia that was their home, living off the land. They did not wear clothes and they survived disease free for tens of thousands of years, until the white settlers came and took their land and drove them off. As Bob explains in the film, the white settlers took their culture, their land, their family and their spirituality from them. The film documents the miserable consequences of this devastation of the aboriginal culture in the form of poverty, suicide, joblessness, disease, homelessness and misery for the aboriginal people. To this day they have not climbed out of that poverty and the scars of the taking of their land and culture are still very much there and indeed, are raw. Bob was there to answer questions after the showing of the film. In response to a question about what could we do to support him and his people, he replied, “Give us back our land.” Of course, all of us from the United States could not help but acknowledge the similar history in our country in the taking of Native American land and destruction of their culture, including the practice of sending Native American children away to Christian schools, depriving them of any continuous connection with their own tribe and culture. It was a very sobering film, powerful in its stark and graphic depiction of the destruction of a people and a culture. I left feeling ashamed of the legacy of my white forbears in their relentless murder of indigenous peoples all over the world.
Then in the afternoon, the workshop that I was leading was a screening of the film
Traces of the Trade, produced by Katrina Brown, a descendant of the DeWolf family of Rhode Island who were the most significant slave trading family in American history. The film documents a trip that Katrina and 8 of her cousins took in 2001 to trace the history of their family’s slave trading activities, which took them to Ghana and Cuba. One of the cousins who is featured in the film, Dain Perry and his wife Constance, were here with me to lead the workshop discussion. They have been on a circuit all over the United States doing screenings of the film since it’s release about 18 months ago. The film is excellent as it documents the family’s journey into their own family’s ugly history and their very deep struggle with the issues of racism, white privilege, guilt, reparations and the legacy of slavery in American culture. The film is an excellent tool for getting people engaged in dialogue about racism in a pretty deep way. The group that attended this event today were very much engaged in the film as we showed it and pumped for discussion when it was over. We had one technical glitch in that we were supposed to show the abridged version which is 56 minutes long and somehow the techies cued up the full version, 90 minutes long, which meant there was almost no time for discussion. We managed to get permission to stay in the room 20 minutes overtime so we did manage a little Q&A but I was really sorry there wasn’t time for more because people were hungry for the opportunity to talk about the painful issues raised in the film. One African American rose to thank us for bringing the film to the Parliament, saying that she did not feel the Parliament was confronting racism in any significant way and this workshop was very much needed.
I must admit, that even though I have seen
Traces of the Trade several times before, the emotional impact of watching it today, not long after having seen the film about the Aborigines in Australia, was intense. I just felt overwhelming grief and heaviness of heart being confronted with the unrelenting abuse of indigenous peoples by white people for so many centuries. It is hard to feel good about being a white person let alone a white Christian after seeing these two films. One of the most poignant moments in the film about the aboriginal experience was when the narrator, Bob, speaks of how he was forced to learn Bible stories when he was sent to the Christian school as a child. He laughed and said that as the white Christian missionaries read to him stories about Jesus and what Jesus said about how to live, he couldn’t figure out why they would tell him about Jesus and hold Jesus up as a model when they didn’t act in any way according to what Jesus preached. Tomorrow, “Uncle Bob” is going to be a keynote speaker at the closing plenary, along with the Dalai Lama. That should make for a pretty powerful send off for all of us! ( I’ve included a picture of Bob with this entry.)
The two regular workshops I attended were both excellent and stimulating to me as they relate directly to my interfaith work. One was a workshop highlighting creative strategies for doing interfaith work and I came away from that one with some really good connections with folks in the US who are doing this work, as well as some good, new ideas for things to do that are different and interesting. And the second was the final installment in the symposium I’ve been attending all week on Educating Religious Leaders for a Multi Religious World. That has been a consistently good seminar/workshop experience and has given me a lot of resources and ideas for ways to enrich the interfaith studies at CRCDS. In fact, Dr. Shafiq and I were talking after that session about making a renewed effort to combine the resources of CRCDS and CISD to do some more significant interfaith work with seminarians and clergy. Both of those workshops today were moutaintop experiences, brainstorming with people who love this work as much as I do and really enjoying the energy created by all of us bouncing ideas off one another. They were the kinds of workshops that make a conference like this worth the expense and time! It is truly a joyful experience to be with people of all world religions who are excited by and committed to the interfaith encounter, and who, like me, find our faith in God deepened, broadened and enriched by the wisdom, insights and practices of people of different faith traditions.
I finished the day having dinner with Dain and Constance Perry which I enjoyed immensely. I was delighted to hear about the work they are doing now around anti-racism as they travel all over the country screening Traces. As it turns out they have also been to Israel/Palestine a couple of times and they are also active in that issue, so we had lots to talk about. I’m sure that I will be seeing them again when we get back to the States, as we share passions and I suspect our paths will cross again. (A picture of the three of us outside the room where we showed the film is posted here!)
I also stopped by the Tibetan monks, still hard at work on the mandala. I’ve included a picture of its status as of late this afternoon!
Tomorrow is the last day of this amazing adventure. I’m still trying to decide what form of morning worship to attend as my final foray into new worship experiences. I’ve got the choice of Jewish, Muslim, various Hindu and Sikh offerings, as well as Buddhist and pagan! Not sure which I’ll choose. I’ll see how I feel in the morning!