“The Gospel According to Whiteness”

They painted Christ with porcelain skin—

soft hands, blue eyes, and

a jawline chiseled like Manifest Destiny.

Hung Him in the chapel

beside the Confederate flag

and called it holy.



They knelt in pews
while children were sold

out back behind the steeple.

Prayed in tongues,

then used them

to bless the rope that swung

like a pendulum

from trees still weeping.


This is not Christianity.

This is colonialism with a cross.

This is genocide in a choir robe.

This is white nationalism

draped in scripture

like a wolf in stolen wool.


They preach a Jesus

who speaks only English,

votes straight MAGA,

and builds walls

instead of breaking bread.


But the Christ I know

washed brown feet,

not with power,

but with water and humility.

He did not ride into Jerusalem

on a war horse—

He came on a borrowed donkey,

not a tank, not a platform.


He fed the poor

without checking papers.

He healed the sick

without billing insurance.

He welcomed children,

women, lepers,

and every “unclean” thing

they still try to erase.


White Christian nationalism

loves a savior

who won’t challenge them.

They cherry-pick the red letters

but skip the part

about the rich man and the needle.

Skip the part

about loving your neighbor

when your neighbor looks

like the enemy

you created in your mirror.


They claim persecution

when a Starbucks cup is plain.

But stayed silent

when Black churches burned.

They cry “woke” “cancel culture”

when statues fall,

but not when bodies do.


Christ didn’t storm the Capitol.

He flipped the tables

in the temple of greed.

He didn’t chant,

“God, guns, and Trump.”

He wept.

He weeps still.


Because this—

this empire of fear

built on stolen land

and slave labor

and Scripture twisted

into nooses and laws—

this is not the kingdom of God.

This is the golden calf

wearing a Make America Great Again hat.


And the prophets warned us:

you cannot serve

both God and whiteness.


So tear down your idols.

Your white Jesus.

Your blood-soaked trump Bible.

And meet the Christ

who broke bread with the outcast,

not the empire.


Meet the Christ

who never belonged to Caesar—

but was crucified by him.

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