Professional Documents
Culture Documents
I sit in fairly the same area every Sunday; this spot allows me to see
every single person in the congregation. One Sunday, through the door on
my right, a Hispanic couple walks in followed by a White woman. Given the
churchs fairly homogenous outlook, but for a few mixed race couples, it is
apparent that this spectacle amazes those in the congregation. I hear
whispers of confusion and reservation amongst a few older people, some
whispers even amongst my peers. A man in front of me whispers to whom I
assume is his wife, in his language, They are obviously lost. Then to my
left, a few of the boys, giggling hysterically, say, I call dibs, referring to the
white woman. To my right, a white man, who I see all the time because his
wife is Nigerian, looks at the group as well in a what are they doing here?
type of way. Given the name of the church, this amuses me. While I cannot
speak for all, it was apparent that some people, not out of hatred, were
reluctant to welcome the group with open arms.
As service progresses, the reservation from members of the church has
dawned on the visitors. It is quite apparent that they experience a lack of
comfortability. They sit stiff in their seats, seemingly afraid of making any
prominent gesture that will draw further attention to themselves. But of
course, this is a vain attempt for they cannot change the way that they look.
Even while service continues, I hear several people whisper something along
the lines of Who did they come with? It is as if the only reason they should
be permitted entrance into the church, is if they have some sort of affiliation
with one of the churchs Nigerian members.
point of having a name if you are not willing to at least attempt to stand true
to that name?