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Part II: Is There a Conspiracy by the Traditional Black Church to Keep BW Single?

We’ve known each other for three weeks now, and even though it’s been a short time, I’d like to think that we have something…a connection, you know? And if you really knew me, I mean, really and truly, you’d see what a shameless bomb-thrower I am.

I like to think of myself as a Renaissance blogger. I really have no desire to put forth my opinions in a preachy way. Rather, I consider myself a facilitator for honest dialogue and debate. And for that reason, you might not always identify which side of the issue I’m on.

But just this once, I’ll give it up, fully and openly.

The main point of using an incendiary reference in yesterday’s post was, in part, meant to spark a conversation. But just look at the responses of so many women who replied with startlingly similar experiences! That’s a conspiracy– whether intentional or otherwise. (Makes me think of a saying about the paving used on the road to Hell…)

The TBC is engaged in a conspiracy of silence. Keeping mum about corrosion in the community, giving passes for people who don’t deserve them; selling false hope to desperate, lonely people; and turning a blind eye to the pock that mars the tip of the nose. It is the sin of omission, not of co-mission. It is the sitting on the hands that I take issue with. The NOT doing. The complacency. When you see before you eyes 70 percent of a female population unmarried (although I allow a lesser percentage for those who prefer to be single) and holding out hope for a group of males who have no problem exercising their options to marry other races, planting their seeds in wombs without a wedding, or not bothering to marry at all. Yet, those in a position to effect change sit on their hands. Some go so far as to tell you to wait and pray for your husband. One lady LorMarie mentioned in yesterday’s comments testified every Sunday that she was going to wait for the Lord to send her a mate until she died– unhitched.

Here’s a crazy thought for pastors, prophets and general People of the Cloth: Instead of preaching submission 50-11 times, why not take a more activist role in recruiting Christian men of all races and cultures into the church to even things up a bit?

As for faith, I am a strong believer in God. I know he is real and he has shown his presence in my life too many times for me to ignore. On the other hand, I am evolving into a fierce anti-religionist.

There; I am now stepping off the soapbox and assuming my regular role as “Shit Slinger Extraordinaire.” Thank you. Thankyouverymuch.

Wait! If you haven’t had a chance to look at Deborrah Cooper’s inspired essay on the topic, see it here.

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