This is a guest post by Chioma Chukwu-Smith, a friend of ours who is passionate about issues of justice. She moved to St. Louis, MO from New York to work for InterVarsity Christian Fellowship/USA in 2008. She was part of InterVarsity’s National Chapter Planting Cohort and planted a chapter at an urban commuter campus (UM-St. Louis). Chioma was compelled to work in St. Louis after participating in two summer break InterVarsity Urban Projects in St. Louis, and she had the opportunity in 2010 to lead the spring break project with a colleague. In 2013, she began working with InterVarsity’s Black Campus ministries where she had the opportunity to work on a historically black university. Chioma and her husband Brian live in St. Louis and she is currently pursuing a career in law to address racial, economic, and social concerns.
Ferguson is 15 minutes from where my husband and I live and about 5 minutes from the campus I used to do ministry on, and I can tell you first hand – there is still a lot of pain here. There’s pain in realizing that my sons will be black men and as a result, targeted by the police. There’s pain in telling my brothers on the phone not to visit me in St. Louis out of fear for their lives if they are found “in the wrong place at the wrong time”. And I am wounded by white individuals, all professing faith in Jesus, that invalidate the pain I’m experiencing and tell me to wait for “the facts, before jumping to conclusions”. A “fact” for me is that we live in a country in which a black man can be shot and killed in Wal-Mart for holding a toy gun and that easily could be one of my family members.