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“An Icon of White Supremacy”? | Edward J. Blum and Paul Harvey, The Color of Christ: The Son of God and the Saga of Race in America

Jesus and I were the only white people in the sanctuary. One summer, while outside Washington, D.C., on a college internship, I walked across the street to church. When I opened the door and went inside, I saw only black people—with one prominent exception: Above a side door, the church displayed a picture of Jesus. It was Warner Sallman’s Head of Christ. I wasn’t sure how church members felt about white visitors, but I didn’t think it appropriate to leave a church simply because of race. So I sat down. In this church, the deacons sat at the front and looked out at the congregation during the service. I wondered what they thought about a twenty-year-old white kid sitting in their church. It turns out they were extremely welcoming. I also wondered why a group of African American Baptists had a picture of a white Jesus.

What It Means

I was looking at the morning through the window in the front room like a bear in a cage remembering somewhere there are meadows, and I noticed how much water was running down the gutter…

Personal Revelation Narratives: An Interview with Tom Mould

Shawn Tucker conducted this interview with Tom Mould in April, 2013, in Elon, North Carolina. In 2011, Utah State University Press published Tom’s book Still, the Small Voice: Narrative, Personal Revelation, and the Mormon Folk Tradition. Shawn is Tom’s colleague at Elon University, and Tom interviewed Shawn as part of his field work. A brief excerpt of the book follows the interview (reprinted with the kind permission of the Utah State University Press). 

Singing in the Easter Choir beside My Enemy

A sustained tone, our conductor says, 
must narrate our belief: begin, develop, 
then patiently subside. That’s what she 
learned in the Welsh choirs of her 

Puzzled

Two thousand pieces, but who 
counts them? Each a puzzle 
unto itself, a question of interlocking 
limbs and sockets. Each a question 

Emptying Pockets

Unload on the dresser top 
black brick cell phone, keys, 
waxy-wrapped cough drops, 
two mechanical pencils, Hertz 

Beyond (on the Beach)

Somewhere beyond our fire’s glow, 
beyond the pops and hisses of the wood, 

somewhere beyond the cool sand 
covering my feet as I curl and uncurl my toes,

The Hosanna Shout

When the Mormons asked sculptor Cyrus Dallin
for a statue of their Angel Moroni to top the 
Salt Lake Temple, initially he refused by saying 
he didn’t believe in angels. 

Sabbath Baptism

In 1886, Sister Sallie Stephensen 
of Fairview, Idaho, was possessed 
of an evil spirit for a sabbath of weeks. 
The congregation fasted and prayed, but 

Melancholia

“I’m sad. 
It feels like the whole world 
is inside me,” says 
my five-year-old grandson, naming,