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A Drum Solo and Dance for Peace : Releasing My Christian Anger {for Mike Brown}

Nov 25, 2014 ~ 19 Comments ~ Written by Lisha Epperson
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Its 3:22 p.m on Monday, November 17th. I live New York City but my mind, my mind is in Ferguson. All day, several times today I’ve scrolled through my news feed waiting for the news. So far…nothing. But the National Guard is on alert and local and nationwide people are preparing for the grand jury’s verdict.

I’m trying to not make Ferguson about me. But it is. #BlackLivesMatter

Since Last Thursday I’ve sat with the feelings behind this post. Chewed the cud like a cow on what I would say if asked. What I would say when the decision comes down. How I’ll tell my teen-aged son that another unarmed black man was shot and killed and no one will go to jail for it. The precedent set says it’s not a crime to kill unarmed black men. Or maybe it is, but try it, you’ll probably get away with it. A lot about this world scares me.

I’m trying not to make Ferguson about me but it is.

So I can’t write the Jesus is love, let’s move on in prayer post. Although that is what I will do. My faith is built on Christ’s finished works on the cross. And grace. Anything going on or not going on is no surprise to Him. Not even this post. But there is room, even grace for my holy righteous anger. Christians can be angry too.

So I’ll write what drums out of my heart. Blow fresh wind on a dream deferred. Beat the hope I need out of a drum. I’ll cry and teach my children to love. I’ll pray.

♥♥♥

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I closed the screen last night, the bright white light from my iPad having finally won the battle with my eyes. I took off my glasses, resting my face between my palms. I remembered a feeling I had on the train the other day.

I took a ride on an iron horse in the belly of the beast. The New York City subway to be exact. It’s chauffeured me around the city all my life. From dance class to museum, to school. Uptown, down town, across town but always, always home. Not today. Today it feels like the Amistad.

I found myself and my girls 3 of only 4 people of color on a crowded train in Harlem headed downtown. Gentrification will do that. We hopped on, the doors closed and suddenly, my soul remembered.

His name was Bongo, a percussion specialist and teacher for the Board of Education. In his free time he gave impromptu performances/ history lessons in drum culture. He played and talked and sang a percussive, persuasive beat. A melody drilled in my core since the beginning of time. I couldn’t be still. I can’t. The drums are calling.

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The rhythm took over and I imagined the power of the drums. The power of a form of communication…for celebration, mourning and warning. Bongo told us about the silencing of the drum. And I remember the most effective way to vaporize a whole culture is to deny their customs and culture. Their music, their stories.

It begins with a little toe tapping and hip swaying. My chest is ready to pop but first contract…ahhh release. I heard the rhythm in my head and my body saluted the drum. An involuntary salutation of movement and prayer. I give in. It’s visceral, tangible and my daughter looks at my face as she catches a glimpse of the drum in my eyes. She knows I’m dancing.

I’m doing a centuries old dance where I move like a mother who wonders what will become of her daughters, a woman who may have lost her husband….forever. I’m thinking like a woman trying to hold her family together and a woman who’s afraid for her life. How much? How much? What is the price for a human life? How much am I worth? my daughters…my sons? Will this ever change?

The doors open and close as we make our way downtown. I’m spent. My movements were a mournful lamentation and offering – a cry. But a song won’t come.

It’s a difficult subject with no easy answers. Many don’t see the church as part of a movement towards social justice. I do. I’m a daughter born of the peaceful sit-in…but also the riot. I’ll turn the other cheek…only so many times. I bet that’s true of you too. And I’ll be honest I struggle because we live in a country that fought itself to wipe out the vile business of slavery. How do you live the love of the Bible with the side that lost?

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I’ve said before fight or flight is real and it’s human. Most men will move to defend themselves when threatened. Women too. That’s what’s suggested of the officer. He shot in defense. But what of Mike? For men of color being pulled over by a police officer is often a life-threatening situation. They grow up knowing this. I can’t say Mike Brown was an innocent man. I can say he was unarmed. And shot 6 times. I can say I don’t believe he deserved to die.

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
– Psalm 137:3

I will not sing. But I won’t be silent. My weeping has turned to rage. It’s gnashing of teeth and holy hot fire streaming down my face. They’d rather I sing . Sing while they dishonor black life, sing…while they trample human dignity. They ask for a song. I will not sing.

So no more words. Let’s pretend all the differences and drama are done. Today I will not sing… I’ll beat the drum.

This is the rhythm from rivers of blood poured for peace, for justice, for freedom. It’s holy and sanctimonious. Its sunshine and rain, blazing and bloody. It’s loud and it won’t be stopped. And I don’t want this feeling to leave me…this rhythm to disappear like the rainbow I saw last week. It’s fuel and fire. It’s life and longing and hope and tears. It’s my heartbeat. And yours. This is the drum.

Play with me, pray with me now on the djembe, the bada, the conga and the bongo. Batta bop, bop, bata, bop, bop…. Mike…Brown….Batta bop,bop,bata, bop, bop Mike …Brown

The grand jury decision is in. Darren Wilson will not be indicted….but that doesn’t mean a crime wasn’t committed on August 9th.

Hear me now…

I’m trying not to make Ferguson about me
but it is.
I’m trying not to make Ferguson about me
but it is.
Ferguson is about me.
Perhaps Ferguson is about you too.

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  1. Kelly Greer
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    It is about me too. It is about all of us. It is about God.
    Kelly Greer recently posted…Not Left Wanting (In the Face of #Ferguson)My Profile

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  2. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    amen Kelly! It’s about us and we have to do something about it. I’m just fed up with the topic…to the point of tears but not resignation. Thankful for that.
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  3. Marcy Hanson
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    It is about me as well. It is about a holy war waging on an unholy ground where people are afraid to stand up for anything because lines are so clearly drawn in the sand and stone and blood and fire. It is about praying for kingdom and fighting for justice and fighting for the notion that each death is important. That each life matters.
    Marcy Hanson recently posted…He Makes Us BraveMy Profile

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  4. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    I’m so happy we’ve gotten to the place that acknowledges its a problem for all. I don’t know the answer but I know a God who does. Let His love cover this situation and any others like it. I’m angry but not without hope.
    lisha epperson recently posted…A Drum Solo and Dance for Peace : Releasing My Christian Anger {for Mike Brown}My Profile

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  5. [email protected]
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    Oh…beating the drums in prayer with you, my sister…how Jesus must weep…and only He can understand like no one else what it is to suffer unjustly…
    [email protected] recently posted…A little peek into Soul KeepingMy Profile

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  6. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    I know He must look down in tears…all the lessons taught, the grace offered. We have to do better with this. Thanks for drumming/dancing with me Dolly.
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  7. Sandra Heska King
    View 3 weeks ago

    Someone asked on FB what verses we could use to pray. My first thought was “Love one another.”

    Sitting silent in the ashes with you. Grateful I got to share some hugs with you this weekend.
    Sandra Heska King recently posted…Still Saturday: It Is WellMy Profile

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  8. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    Amen Sandra. What a beautiful 3 word prayer. Giving out hugs today. Take as many as you need.

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  9. Megan Willome
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    I’m speechless, Lisha. Thank you.
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  10. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    You have no idea how your presence here blesses me. This movement, the riots are the people crying out to be heard. Thank you, thank you for listening.

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  11. laura
    View 3 weeks ago

    Oh, sister-friend. This brings tears. You are beautiful in your anger and it speaks. I am lifting my one small voice with you in prayer. Yes, it is about us all. Much love.
    laura recently posted…Playdates with God: The River has Many VoicesMy Profile

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  12. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    I’m grateful for this space and those who have chosen to sit with me at such a difficult time. We have to do so much better. Your voice is a mighty rushing wind Laura. I feel your prayers.
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  14. Diana Trautwein
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    Oh, yes, Lisha. It is about all of us. All.Of.Us. Thank you for this beautiful, powerful post. Thank you.
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  15. Dana Butler
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    Lisha… I am listening. And that beat is beginning to pound in my chest these days too, sister. These words are a gift – such a needed outpouring. I love you. Thank you. Please keep talking…
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  16. Ashley Larkin @ Draw Near
    View 2 weeks ago

    Thank you for this holy offering, sister. Angry, grieving, praying with you. So appreciative for your drum dance, a lament through generations. I am with you.

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  17. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    To know you’re here means a lot. This conversation is a tough one but so important to push through. And sometimes I can’t talk, I dance or as shared here…play the drum. Grateful to have you along for the journey Ashley. Truly.

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  18. Carolyn Counterman
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    Lisha, I have so many thoughts here and very little hope of getting the words to come out right. So many of us were taught fear (against all that Jesus taught us) and it begets more fear. There is so much fear and escalation instead of love and calm. It has to stop. You should never have to remind us that black lives matter. Thankful that you are still beating the drum.
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  19. lisha eppersonreplied:
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    I’m grateful you’re here to hear me play. Thanks for reading Carolyn and so happy to meet you.

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