Recovering Racists

Dismantling White Supremacy and Reclaiming Our Humanity

Idelette McVicker

• Publisher: Brazos Press
• Year: 2022
• Print ISBN: 9781587435430
• eBook ISBN: 9781493435289
• Topic: Theology & Religion
• Subtopic: Religion

"It is a rare thing for me to stand with a book, explicitly about race and equity, that is written by a white person. Why? Because it is a rare thing to encounter a white person who has followed the lead of people of color into their own transformation so deeply that I trust the message coming from their white body. Idelette McVicker has done the work."--Lisa Sharon Harper (from the foreword)

As a white Afrikaner woman growing up in South Africa during apartheid, Idelette McVicker was steeped in a community and a church that reinforced racism and shielded her from seeing her neighbors' oppression. But a series of circumstances led her to begin questioning everything she thought was true about her identity, her country, and her faith.

Recovering Racists shares McVicker's journey over thirty years and across three continents to shatter the lies of white supremacy embedded deep within her soul. She helps us realize that grappling with the legacy of white supremacy and recovering from racism is lifelong work that requires both inner transformation and societal change. It is for those of us who have hit rock bottom in the human story of race, says McVicker. We must acknowledge our internalized racism, repent of our complicity, and learn new ways of being human.

This book invites us on the long, slow journey of healing the past, making things right, changing old stories, and becoming human together. As we work for the liberation of everyone, we also find liberation for ourselves. Each chapter ends with discussion questions.

Part 1
Wake Up

Practice of Liberation: Committing to Personal Transformation

“Personal transformation is a part of social transformation,” writes musician and activist Andre Henry. He reminds us that we can’t forget that we too have been shaped by the “toxic society we’re trying to change.”1 This means that we’ll also need to change.

The journey we are embarking on in this book is one of transformation. I hope we will shed old ideas, learn new ways, gain capacity, unlearn ways of being in the world, and become transformed by the renewing of our minds and our bodies. I hope this book will be part of the cocoon, part of the large container for transformation in our world.

Imagine that we, as white people, are in the caterpillar stage of comfortable whiteness. In her powerful poem “The Point. The Center. The Norm,” Kimberly James highlights how white people are used to being centered, being the norm, being in a place of power.2 Whiteness—and the status quo it’s created—has been comfortable for white people. But it also set in motion the slow erosion of our humanity. It is time to move into the cocoon of transformation where we wrestle for liberation for all, as well as for our full humanity.

In his book Falling Upward, Richard Rohr writes, “Transformation is often more about unlearning than learning.”3 There is much for us to unlearn—greed, theft, dominance, abusive power, fear, scarcity, exceptionalism, to name a few things. But if we commit to the process, we will become transformed.

The beautiful part is that with every small act of resistance, every step toward transformation, we are also contributing to the transformation of the whole. We are not doing this work only for ourselves; we are doing this for a more whole, beautiful, and just humanity.

REFLECT

• What kind of world would you like to live in?
• How do you want to emerge out of this process?
• What do you want to shed?
• Write a statement of commitment to your transformation or share your commitment with a recovering racist friend.

The journey of the recovering racist is a journey of transformation.

1
Acknowledging Our Racism

I fervently believe that if the white person is your problem, only the white person can be your solution.

—Emmanuel Acho1

We live as if we are afraid acknowledging the past will tighten the chains of injustice rather than break them.

—Austin Channing Brown2

The person who calls himself “the least racist person in the room” is always the most racist.

—African American proverb3

Hi, my name is Idelette, and I am a recovering racist.

I am in recovery from the racist ideas that shaped my consciousness from the very moment I was conceived, amid one of the most racist social and political stories in history. I was born in South Africa, as an Afrikaner woman, during apartheid.

Apartheid literally means “separateness,” and it was an intricate system of laws that separated people based on the color of their skin from 1948 to 1994. It was a political system, a human-invented system that deeply divided society. The system of apartheid and the more than three hundred years of colonized rule leading up to it robbed Black, Indigenous, and People of Color of land, resources, and education. It tried to rob people of dignity, strength, and even language.

Apartheid had done its work in such a deep way that when I left South Africa at the age of twenty-three—for work, for adventure, and to find a more loving and inclusive world—I did not have any friends who were Black, Indigenous, or People of Color.

I am now forty-eight years old. I have lived on three continents, and when I started this journey of recovering from apartheid, I believed that what we had done in South Africa was one of the worst things in the world. In fact, the General Assembly of the United Nations had labeled apartheid a crime against humanity.4 As terrible as it was, I began learning that apartheid was not just a South African thing, or even an Afrikaner thing. I learned that the evil we needed to address, what had been around a lot longer, what took on different forms on different continents and in different periods in history, is racism.

I am in recovery from a system and a consciousness that had created a human hierarchy based on the color of someone’s skin. These were all personal ideas first, which then became political ideas, which then became policies and laws, which then became embedded into structures of injustice.5 Racist ideas also became embedded into our bodies and into our consciousness. I will most likely be in recovery for the rest of my life.

I hate racism and what it has done. I hate the pain it has caused, the structural inequality it has literally built into the land, and the economic inequality it has created and perpetuated. I hate it for the pain it causes Black, Indigenous, and People of Color. I hate how it has killed and harmed and still kills and harms Black, Indigenous, and People of Color. I hate that we, white people, have done this. I also hate racism for how it has robbed white people of our humanity.

While I had been walking this journey out of apartheid for a long time, there was still something missing. I was running away from being called a racist, wanting to prove to the world I was not one of “those” people. Then I learned a more beautiful and liberating way: acknowledging my racism.

It was very early on a Friday morning in April 2016. The Reverend Kelly Brown Douglas, Episcopal priest and author of Stand Your Ground, stood at the podium in a room full of mostly white people in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The United States was in the throes of a presidential election campaign between the first-ever female presidential candidate and a former reality TV star. I was listening intently, furiously writing notes, when she said, “The only thing white people can ever be are recovering racists.”

Thud.

Did I hear correctly? I nudged my friend Kelley next to me. She nodded.

“The only thing white people can ever be are recovering racists.” As Reverend Douglas’s words landed in my heart, my body simply responded “Yes.” It felt like my body acknowledged the truth of it before my mind did. I came to a state of quiet acknowledgment, feeling that a long restlessness had finally ended.

I had been on a quest for years to prove to the world how not racist I was. Sitting in that room, facing the ugliest of truths about myself and my story, I finally stopped hiding. I no longer needed to hide or to prove to the world that I was a good white person. I wasn’t.

I was a recovering racist.

The Bible tells us that truth sets us free,6 although, if I am really honest, I was hoping for a different kind of truth. Not an ugly truth. Not this kind of truth.

Racial sobriety is that moment of hitting rock bottom, seeing our place in the human story clearly—no running, no hiding, no justification, no denial, no defensiveness. Only quiet, sober acknowledgment and acceptance of this very ugly truth. And right there, something else too: the beginning of liberation.

As I faced my ugliest self, I was also able to embrace my most whole self. I stopped scrambling for belonging. In that moment, I no longer had anything to prove—I couldn’t. I was as human, as broken, and as beautiful as every other human being on this planet. I exhaled.

Only two years earlier, at a dinner party in our home, it was the thing I least wanted to admit. Being a racist was, for me, the most shameful thing I could ever be accused of. When somebody said the word racist at the table, jokingly indicting me and a handful of other white people at the table, I burst into tears. I was as fragile as white could be.7 The word racist carried deep shame for me because it was interconnected with my culture, my identity, and the story of my people. I felt like I had something to prove to the world.

I was born in South Africa in 1972, on the white side of the hospital. October is already spring in South Africa, but my mom says that day was so cold and miserable that she had to buy a new winter robe for her hospital stay. It was a cold and miserable season in the history of South Africa.

In 1948 the National Party, an ethnic, nationalist party that promoted Afrikaner interests in South Africa, gained political power and won elections based on their policy of racial segregation. Only white people had voting rights at that time, and after winning, the National Party began implementing a comprehensive set of laws to segregate people based on race. Afrikaner people made up only about 5 percent of South Africa’s population, and apartheid was how a white-minority government dealt with its presence in a majority Black country.

I was unaware of this political drama when I was born, and for the most part I grew up in a white bubble. Apartheid had achieved exactly what it had set out to do: separate people. It had created a “whites only” story for any white person who wanted to cling to that. I grew up steeped in Afrikaner nationalism, Afrikaner symbolism, and Afrikaner history. I was raised to be proud of Afrikaner culture and accomplishments.

Perhaps it would help to clarify that there are two quite distinct cultural groups of white people in South Africa—those who are white and speak English and those who are white and speak Afrikaans. Only white South Africans who speak Afrikaans are called Afrikaners. Afrikaans, my mother tongue, is a Creole language consisting of Dutch mixed with Malay, Portuguese, Indonesian, and the Indigenous Khoekhoe and San languages.8 In spite of its rich and diverse origin story, Afrikaans was implemented as a weapon to strengthen Afrikaner nationalism.

For the first eighteen years of my life, I grew up in an almost exclusively white, Afrikaans-speaking environment. Our house was in an all-white neighborhood. For twelve years...

Table of contents

• 1Endorsements
• 3Half Title Page
• 5Title Page
• 6Copyright Page
• 7Dedication
• 8Epigraph
• 9Contents
• 11Foreword
• 17Introduction
• 29Part 1 Wake Up
• 49Part 2 Leave
• 97Part 3 Repent
• 121Part 4 Recalibrate
• 141Part 5 Repair
• 211Afterword
• 213A Confession for Recovering Racists
• 217Acknowledgments
• 223Notes
• 239Author Bio
• 240Back Cover