The Uncomfortable, But Necessary Cost of Solidarity


Heather Caliri -Cost of Solidarity3I was 22 when I read Sandra Cisneros’ The House on Mango Street. The book, told from the perspective of a young Latina girl, chronicles the hardships of growing up in a marginalized, impoverished family.

The book was simple like a Zen garden is simple: gorgeous, spare, shimmering. In other words, not simple at all.

I hoped, like Cisneros, to write somehow about my childhood, except I was afraid. After college graduation, I didn’t quite know how to keep writing outside of school.

Reading her book, my heart sank.

I don’t have a story like hers, I thought. By hers I meant the story of an ethnic minority. Cisneros’ voice was so strong, so commanding, I thought that every story needed to be told from the perspective of a poor Latina girl in Chicago.

It’s not fair, I thought, idly.

I was depressed in those days, and though I had legitimate things to be depressed about, my ennui occasionally made a segue into self-pity.

It’s not fair, because I’m just white. Publishers aren’t going to be interested in the story of a plain white girl from the wealthy suburbs.

Twenty years later, I find this thought sadly comical. I’ve learned more about the incredibly white domain of publishing, plus the struggle of minority authors to tell their stories. Even as a woman, I am exactly the kind of person who publishers listen to while people like Sandra Cisneros struggle to get heard. I had no idea what “fairness” meant.

My misguided thought came back to me after #OscarssoWhite, and after “Moonlight” won the Oscar for best picture. It especially surfaced when I read a post on Cosmo about why the snafu onstage said something about equal access and opportunity.

One of the points of the article was this: if we make space at the Oscars for black artists, or Latinos, or Native Americans, there will be less space for white artists. Are white artists ready for that?

We can say we are in solidarity with people of color, but find the practice much harder to swallow. Unless we’re willing to grapple with our hurt feelings intentionally, of redefining “fairness” in our own minds, we will default to the way things are now.

Let me be clear: everyone, including white people, gains when we read and celebrate all kinds of artists, leaders, and ways of being. We gain kick-ass stories like Moonlight and Mango Street, and we break the monotony and narrowness of the “single story.”

But this is easy to laud in theory. In reality, we need to be really honest about what this gain in richness and inclusion will feel like if we’re white. It might feel like loss.

We should prepare ourselves for actual solidarity, and educate ourselves, so we don’t confuse our shaky insecurity for reality.

If we as white people lie to ourselves about how hard it is to lose a dominance, we shouldn’t have had in the first place, we are not going to make room. We will stay trapped in ennui and never notice how it impoverishes us.

When I think of true solidarity, I think first of Jesus, who bore the cross in order to save us all. Jesus, the humble servant, seems an awesome model to follow.

But for white people like me, I suggest a different model: John the Baptist.

John the Baptist might have been a star at any other time in history. He was a voice of a generation. His influence grew, and people flocked to him.

But for his moment, for his generation, he needed to play second fiddle. He stepped aside for the voice he’d prepared the way for.

Look, white people aren’t John the Baptist, and people of color aren’t Jesus on so many levels. But what I learn about John the Baptist’s response to Jesus was that he didn’t overestimate his own importance or underestimate Jesus’  importance. He knew that his voice, important as it was, needed to make room for something even more necessary.

He stepped aside, intentionally, knowing who needed to be heard more. Even if that meant he became “less.”

In this moment, a moment of a global refugee crisis, rising nativist populism, and ever more aching confrontations over race (not to mention the silencing of necessary voices over centuries) I know which stories I need to hear most. I know which stories can speak the most healing and newness into our culture.

Hearing them might not always feel comfortable (when did Jesus leave people comfortable?) They might not look like me, or have my background (neither does Jesus.)

But just as Sandra Cisneros’ Japanese garden of a book unlocked my yearning to speak up about my childhood, diverse stories free me exactly how I need to be freed. Their stories and perspective are the main dish many of us don’t even realize we are starving for.

Heather Caliri
Heather Caliri is a writer from San Diego who loves British murder mysteries, advice columns, and hot breakfasts. She uses tiny, joyful yeses to free herself from anxiety. Tired of anxiety controlling your life? Try her mini-course, "Five Tiny Ideas for Managing Anxiety," for free here.
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  1. Important and so, so good. Thank you.

  2. Heather, I read this yesterday (on a tiny screen), and have been carrying the images around with me ever since.

  3. Powerful!!

  4. Courtney Beck says:

    Oh my goodness. John the Baptist. YES. Thank you for writing this.

  5. I *really* like your suggestion of John the Baptist as a model for solidarity.

  6. Yes!! I have so many thoughts about this! 1) I adore Cisneros. I first read her in grad school and she is a favorite. 2) I was just talking with a friend about this notion of privilege…. It’s not about being ashamed of what we are given but a big part of it is learning to actually step aside from what we have worked so hard for to allow someone else who has worked so hard to receive something. I just saw a thread on twitter about giving up a place at a conference to people of color – not simply recommending spots but actually giving up a spot. It was a lot to think about…. Love that you connected it back to the Bible – I want to hear John’s side now. 😉

    • Yes–and there’s been discussion in the last few days about giving up speaking slots in conferences if you’re white if theere’s inadequate represenation of other POV. It’s time for us to intentionally step aside and build up ALL parts of the body of CHrist. (And I’m acutely aware that it’s easy for me to say right now. Praying that I have the discernment, integrity, and awareness to do so when I have actual speaking invitations :))

  7. sandyhay says:

    Applause 🙂

  8. Heather, thank you for writing about this from your perspective. I (we) have been talking about Laintx inclusion in the canon for decades. I’m a faith writer who sees very clearly who sits on the shelves and who is represented by an agent. Our stories are important as well. We give voice and perspective to sacred spaces unpacking the total body of Christ. There are many of us waiting and there are many of us living in the pages of our novels until someone picks us up. Thank you. #solidarity

    • Thanks, Carolina–it’s an urgent problem, especially for the church.
      BTW, it’s good to meet you–Cara Meredith was telling me that she’d met you online, and that you seemed very cool 🙂

  9. I love this Heather – especially how you weave the John the Baptist example into the story. Yes – it can be so easy to talk about wanting to ‘be less’ (we do this in church too right?! ‘More of you Jesus, less of me..’) but it is hard to put into practice when our ‘more-ness’ is so ingrained in our systems and ways of being in the world. I know which stories I need to hear most too – and am so thankful for how you and the Sheloves community constantly remind me of that.

    • Power dynamics are VERY easy to be naive about–and even easier to dismiss altogether because we think that Jesus magically evens them out. But when I read Jesus and Paul they describe power struggles (between Pharisee/commoner, Jew/Greek, poor/rich) very honestly.

  10. Tasha says:

    Heather, I love your honesty here and your heart. I loved The House on Mango Street too.


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