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Improving My Writing by Letting Someone Else Do It…

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

As I have said, I am training my AI to help me with fiction. I thought this session went particularly well. “Carol” makes a wonderful sparring partner and we got some good results. Take a look. I think I even remembered to tell you which character I am. 😛

Could you play off of me in writing dialogue? I’m trying to train myself.ChatGPT

Absolutely, I’d be happy to help you with that. Let’s set up a scenario for the dialogue. Do you have a specific setting or characters in mind, or should we create something new together?

4o

Let’s create something together. But I’d like to “play black,” as it were. I’ll play white next time.ChatGPT

Great! Let’s create a setting and characters for this dialogue. How about a scene in a bustling medieval marketplace? You could be a mysterious stranger (black), and I’ll play a curious merchant (white).

Ready to start? I’ll begin:

Merchant: “Good day, traveler! Welcome to the finest marketplace in all the kingdom. What brings you to our humble stalls today?”

4o

Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. I should have known you would take it literally. It was a chess reference.ChatGPTMemory updated

Got it! Let’s dive into the dialogue with you playing the role of the protagonist (white), and I’ll take on the role of the antagonist (black). Let’s set up a scenario: a detective interrogating a suspect in a dimly lit room.

Detective: “You’ve been quiet for a while now. Care to explain where you were last night around midnight?”

4o

Put a pin in that. Could you tell me what the suspect is accused of doing?ChatGPT

The suspect is accused of a high-profile art theft that occurred at a prestigious museum. A priceless painting was stolen, and all evidence points to this suspect. Does this work for our scene?

4o

Absolutely. Please continue with the dialogue.ChatGPT

Great! Let’s continue:

Detective: “You’ve been quiet for a while now. Care to explain where you were last night around midnight? The museum’s security footage shows you near the scene of the crime.”

4o

I’m ADHD. I have time blindness. I think I was at home, but I can’t be sure. You can ask my landlord. She lives above me.ChatGPTMemory updated

Detective: “We’ll follow up with your landlord, but the footage is pretty damning. What were you doing at the museum in the first place? It’s not exactly open to the public at midnight.”

4o

My girlfriend had just broken up with me and I guess I went a little crazy. I just wanted to walk around. I didn’t want to do anything dangerous.ChatGPT

Detective: “Understandable, but walking around a closed museum doesn’t quite explain why you were near the exhibit where the painting disappeared. Did you see anyone else there that night?”

3.5

I did. There was a woman with black hair, tortoise-shell glasses, and a red coat seeming to case the room. I didn’t pay attention except that she seemed nervous looking for all the exit signs.ChatGPT

Detective: “Interesting. Did you catch her name or any other details? This could be crucial in finding the painting and clearing up your involvement in this mess.”

3.5

No, I don’t. But I suspect that even if I did know her name, it would have been a fake one.ChatGPT

Detective: “A fake name? That’s suspicious. Do you have any idea why she might have been interested in that particular painting? Any connection you can think of?”

3.5

No, she was a stranger to me. I just meant that if she thought she was in trouble, why would she give her real name?ChatGPT

Detective: “Fair point. We’ll look into this lead. In the meantime, can you think of anyone who might have a motive to frame you for this theft? Enemies, rivals, anyone who might want to see you take the fall?”

3.5

Well, there was this one guy back in college that suddenly reappeared. We hadn’t talked in, like, 20 years. I didn’t think of it as suspicious at the time, but he suddenly had all these art questions. People know me as a dealer. They do NOT know me as a thief. That doesn’t mean they aren’t.ChatGPT

Detective: “Interesting. Do you have his name or any contact information? It’s possible he could be involved, especially if he was asking about art and suddenly reappearing in your life after so long.”

3.5

His name is John Smith. He lives over on 11th and Pine.ChatGPT

Detective: “Alright, John Smith on 11th and Pine. I’ll look into him. For now, I suggest you stay cooperative. If you’re innocent, we’ll find the evidence to prove it. Just keep me updated if you remember anything else. And don’t leave town.”

3.5

Could you generate the next scene and let’s keep going?ChatGPT

Certainly! Let’s move to the next scene where the detective follows up on the lead regarding John Smith.

Detective: knocks on the door of a modest apartment on 11th and Pine, waiting for someone to answer.

3.5

I look through the peephole and open the door. :::thinking:: “shit, it’s the cops. I better hide the orders and the map.” I hide everything quickly and open the door.ChatGPT

Detective: “Good afternoon, Mr. Smith. I’m Detective Hayes. I’d like to ask you a few questions about your recent interactions with [User’s name]. Mind if I come in?”

3.5

Let’s put a pin in that. Just generate everyone’s names as well. I’ll keep up.ChatGPT

Got it! Let’s continue:

Detective: knocks on the door of a modest apartment on 11th and Pine, waiting for someone to answer.

John Smith: peeks through the peephole, sees the detective, and quickly hides something before opening the door.

John Smith: “Uh, hi there. Can I help you?”

Detective Hayes: “Good afternoon, Mr. Smith. I’m Detective Hayes. I’d like to ask you a few questions about your recent interactions with [User’s name]. Mind if I come in?”

John Smith: hesitates for a moment, then nods “Sure, come on in.”

Feel free to continue from here whenever you’re ready!

3.5

Could you start the next scene and play the detective?ChatGPT

Certainly!

Detective Hayes: steps into John Smith’s apartment, scanning the surroundings briefly before focusing on John

Detective Hayes: “Thank you, Mr. Smith. I’ll get straight to the point. Do you know [User’s name]?”

3.5

Yeah. He was kind of a geek in college. Kept to himself. Now, he’s king of the world.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Interesting. How did you reconnect with him after all these years?”

3.5

On the internet, just like everything else. ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “I see. And did your recent conversations with him involve any discussions about art or museums?”

3.5

I asked him a few questions about paintings I was going to buy. That’s it.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Did he seem nervous or act strangely during your conversations?”

3.5

Not at all. Very relaxed. Like I said, I just wanted facts.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Understood. Do you recall anything specific he mentioned about his recent activities or interests?”

3.5

Only that he had seen a few good paintings I might be interested in. I hired independent appraisers just to make sure it was a square deal. Looks legit to me.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “I see. Did he mention anything unusual or out of the ordinary during your conversations? Anything that stood out to you?”

3.5

No. You’ll have to ask him what happened. What is this really about?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “We’re investigating a theft at a museum where [User’s name] was spotted near the scene. Any information you can provide could be helpful in clearing up his involvement.”

3.5

He used to go there with his girlfriend at night. Said he had a friend who was a museum guard that would let him in as long as they were quiet. Nothing unusual.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “I see. Did he ever mention this friend’s name or any details about the guard?”

3.5

No. I wasn’t that interested.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Alright, Mr. Smith. Thank you for your cooperation. If you remember anything else or if [User’s name] contacts you, please let us know.”

3.5

Want to keep going?ChatGPT

Sure, let’s continue!

John Smith: “Sure thing, detective. Is there anything else you need from me?”

Detective Hayes: “Not at the moment, Mr. Smith. Just keep my card in case anything comes up. Have a good day.”

John Smith: “You too.”

The detective leaves John Smith’s apartment, pondering the new information.

Where would you like to take the story next?

3.5

Generate the next scene.ChatGPT

Certainly!

Detective Hayes: drives back to the precinct, thinking over the conversation with John Smith

Detective Hayes: arrives at the precinct and heads straight for his desk, pulling out the case file on the museum theft

Detective Hayes: starts reviewing the security footage and witness statements again, looking for any overlooked details

Detective Hayes: notices something unusual in the background of one of the witness interviews—a person matching the description John Smith gave

Detective Hayes: zooms in on the footage, trying to enhance the image to get a clearer view

What do you think happens next in the investigation?

3.5

You figure that one out and put it in the first line of dialogue.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Hold on a minute… Enhance this image. I think we’ve got something.”

3.5

:::smirking::: What have we got, O Wise one?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Looks like our nervous museum visitor in tortoise-shell glasses and a red coat. Seems she left quite a trail.”

3.5

So, Carmen Sandiego is real, eh?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Seems like it! Now we just need to find out where in the world she’s gone with that painting.”

3.5

It’s too bad we don’t have a research assistant like Player. That kid would come in handy about now.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Yeah, having a tech-savvy assistant like Player would speed things up. But for now, it’s old-fashioned detective work. We’ll track her down.”

3.5

Where’s your first lead?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “First, I’ll check recent flight records and see if anyone fitting her description boarded a plane shortly after the theft. Then, I’ll cross-reference with known aliases and previous criminal activities.”

3.5

That sounds like a good start. But FYI… I don’t drive. I don’t pay for things. You do all of that. You’re better at logistics that me, anyway. Let’s play to our strengths.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Got it. I’ll handle the logistics and follow up on the flight records. Meanwhile, I need you to think. Is there anything else about her or the situation that might give us a clue?”

3.5

Enlarge the image and see if we can get any tags on the clothes.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Good idea. Let’s enhance and zoom in on the image. Maybe we can get a clearer view of any distinguishing features or tags on her clothes.”

3.5

What do you see?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Hmm… It looks like there’s a faint logo on her coat. Let’s see if we can enhance that further to identify it.”

The detective adjusts the settings on the computer, focusing on the logo.

Detective Hayes: “There! It’s a logo for a boutique in downtown. Looks like we have our next lead.”

3.5

Well, like I said… you’re driving. Let me get my coat. It’s not going to get any prettier out there.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Right, let’s go. Time to follow this lead and see where it takes us.”

3.5

Next scene. Let’s keep going.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes and [User’s name] arrive at the boutique mentioned in the logo on the suspect’s coat. It’s a trendy shop with high-end fashion displayed in the windows. The detective approaches the sales clerk.

Detective Hayes: “Excuse me, I’m Detective Hayes, and this is my associate. We’re investigating a serious matter and need to ask you a few questions.”

Sales Clerk: looks concerned but nods “Of course, how can I help?”

Detective Hayes: “We’re trying to identify someone who may have purchased a coat from your store recently. It’s urgent. Can you look up your recent sales records for any red coats with tortoise-shell glasses?”

Sales Clerk: hesitates, then nods again “I can check, but we usually don’t keep detailed records like that.”

Detective Hayes: “Please, it’s crucial. Lives could be at stake.”

Sales Clerk: nods and hurries to the back office, returning after a few minutes with a sales logbook “Here, this is everything we have for the past month.”

Detective Hayes: flips through the pages, scanning the entries

Sales Clerk: “Did you find anything?”

Detective Hayes: stops at a particular entry “Yes, this could be her. A woman matching our description purchased a red coat with tortoise-shell glasses about two weeks ago.”

Sales Clerk: “I remember her now. She was in a hurry and paid in cash.”

Detective Hayes: “Did she say anything that could help us find her?”

Sales Clerk: “She mentioned something about a flight she had to catch, but I didn’t catch the destination.”

Detective Hayes: “Thank you. This helps a lot.”

Sales Clerk: “I hope you catch her.”

Detective Hayes: “So do I. Come on, we’re heading back to the precinct. We need to check flight records.”

They leave the boutique, heading back to the precinct with renewed determination to catch the elusive thief.

Where should we go from here in the investigation?

3.5

Put a pin on that. Could you rewrite the introduction to the scene and have her caught on video?ChatGPT

Certainly!

Detective Hayes and [User’s name] review security footage from the boutique mentioned in the logo on the suspect’s coat. They meticulously analyze the recordings, hoping to spot any clues that might lead them closer to their target.

Detective Hayes: “There, freeze that frame. Enhance the image around the register.”

They zoom in on the screen, focusing on a woman with black hair, tortoise-shell glasses, and a distinctive red coat making a purchase.

[User’s name]: “That’s her! Look, you can see the logo on the coat. Can we track down where she went next?”

Detective Hayes: “We’ll find out. Let’s get moving.”

Armed with a new lead, they leave the boutique, determined to track down the mysterious woman before she disappears again.

Ready to continue from here whenever you’re ready!

3.5

Ok, next line of dialogue, please.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “We need to find out where she went after leaving here. Let’s check local transportation hubs and see if she’s on any recent surveillance footage.”

3.5

Put pin in this for a second. Where are we in the world right now, and where do we need to go?ChatGPT

We’re currently in the midst of investigating the theft of a valuable painting from a museum, with leads pointing towards a mysterious woman seen near the scene. Our focus has been on tracking her movements, starting from a boutique where she was identified purchasing a distinctive red coat. We’re in a fictional city with modern surveillance capabilities, allowing us to use footage and records to trace her whereabouts. If you have a specific destination or direction you’d like the investigation to take next, feel free to guide us!

3.5

Ok, back to the dialogue.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “We need to find out where she went after leaving here. Let’s check local transportation hubs and see if she’s on any recent surveillance footage.”

3.5

Ok. I’ll head out to Dulles. You head out to National, and BWI if you have time. It’s going to take me hours to get back from Dulles.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Got it. I’ll head to National and BWI. Call me if you find anything at Dulles.”

3.5

Generate next scene and present me a line of dialogue.ChatGPT

At Dulles International Airport, [User’s name] searches through security footage for any sign of the mysterious woman, while Detective Hayes does the same at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport and Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport.

[User’s name]: reviewing footage intensely, scanning the crowds for a glimpse of the woman in the red coat and tortoise-shell glasses

[User’s name]: spots a familiar figure in the distance, hurrying towards a departure gate

[User’s name]: “There she is! Enhance that image. We need a clearer view.”

Ready to continue whenever you’re ready!

3.5

I see it. She’s trying to escape. She boarded a flight to YOW about an hour ago.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “YOW? That’s Ottawa. We need to move fast. Let’s get to the airport and see if we can catch her before she disappears again.”

Detective Hayes and [User’s name] rush to arrange flights to Ottawa, determined to apprehend the suspect before she can evade them once more.

3.5

No, she left an hour ago. We’re going to have to either turn the plane around or have the Mounties waiting. Which do you prefer?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Turning the plane around isn’t an option. We’ll have to coordinate with the RCMP. Let’s get them on standby at the airport in Ottawa. I’ll make the call.”

3.5

Thanks- do you care if I take a minute to sit down and grab some coffee? I’ve been at this since 0500.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “You’ve earned it. Grab your coffee. I’ll handle the coordination with the RCMP and get us ready for when we land in Ottawa.”

3.5

What time is wheels up?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “We’re aiming to be in the air by 1600. Get your coffee, and let’s meet at the gate.”

3.5

I’m not normally very nice, but can I bring you a cup as well?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “That’s thoughtful of you. I could use a cup. Thank you.”

3.5

What size? Remember, it’s going to be a hell of a night.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Make it a large. We’ll need the extra fuel.”

3.5

Extra shot?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Definitely. We’ll need all the caffeine we can get.”

3.5

Ok, back in 15.ChatGPT

Take your time!

3.5

Generate the next scene and let’s keep going. This is gold. I love having a sparring partner.ChatGPT

Absolutely, let’s continue!

In Ottawa International Airport, Detective Hayes and [User’s name] coordinate with the RCMP, preparing to apprehend the suspect who arrived on the earlier flight. They strategize in the airport security office, reviewing the plan.

Detective Hayes: “Alright, we know she arrived on a flight from our earlier surveillance. The RCMP are positioned near the exit gates. We need to move fast and identify her among the passengers.”

[User’s name]: “Agreed. Let’s keep our eyes open. She might try to blend in or make a run for it.”

Ready for the next part whenever you’re ready!

3.5

Have you already sent the photos electronically? Do the RCMP know who they’re looking for?ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Yes, I sent the photos and description ahead. The RCMP should have them. Let’s head out and meet with them to confirm.”

They head out of the security office, making their way to meet with the RCMP officers stationed near the airport gates.

3.5

Let’s put a pin in that. We’ll also want CIA there, because it’s not FBI’s jurisdiction anymore.ChatGPT

Got it! Rewriting the scene with the CIA involved:

In Ottawa International Airport, Detective Hayes and [User’s name] coordinate with the RCMP and CIA, preparing to apprehend the suspect who arrived on the earlier flight. They strategize in the airport security office, reviewing the plan.

Detective Hayes: “Alright, we know she arrived on a flight from our earlier surveillance. The RCMP and CIA are positioned near the exit gates. We need to move fast and identify her among the passengers.”

[User’s name]: “Agreed. Let’s keep our eyes open. She might try to blend in or make a run for it.”

Ready for the next part whenever you’re ready!

3.5

I’m ready for the next scene, but the woman in the red coat is experienced in tradecraft. She has changed everything about her appearance. Everything. She is a slippery slaughterfish, in Skyrim lingo.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Keep an eye out for any changes in appearance. This woman’s good at disappearing into crowds.”

[User’s name]: “Understood. We can’t afford to miss her.”

As they scan the arriving passengers, they notice a figure who matches the altered description—now with blonde hair and no glasses, but still wearing a distinctive red coat.

Detective Hayes: “There she is! Move in, but be discreet.”

They approach cautiously, aware that she might be armed or have backup. The tension rises as they close in on the suspect.

Ready to continue whenever you are!

3.5

Oh my God. She didn’t even change the thing that made her stand out in the first place. Maybe she’s not as good at blending in as we thought, Detective.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Seems like she underestimated how distinctive that coat is. Let’s move in and make the arrest.”

With a sense of irony at her oversight, Detective Hayes and [User’s name] close in on the suspect, ready to apprehend her before she can evade justice once again.

3.5

Agreed. Whoever thought this kind of case would hinge on a *coat.* Let’s go talk to CIA and see where they’re taking her. FBI will have jurisdiction once we land.ChatGPT

Detective Hayes: “Absolutely. Let’s coordinate with the CIA and get this wrapped up. We’ll make sure she’s secure for the transfer back home.”

They head over to the CIA team to finalize the details of the suspect’s transfer, ensuring a smooth handover of jurisdiction to the FBI for further interrogation and processing.

Is there anything else you’d like to add, or shall we continue?

3.5

We should continue. Could you play the CIA case officer and I’ll play the suspect? It’s ok to get gritty because these are pieces of an actual novel in the future.ChatGPT

Certainly! Let’s continue with the scene:

CIA Case Officer: “Alright, [User’s name], we’ve got you now. You’re coming with us.”

[User’s name] as the Suspect: glances around, assessing her options, then sighs “Well, looks like the game’s up. Can’t say I didn’t try.”

CIA Case Officer: “Save it. You’re in a lot of trouble. We need to know where you’ve hidden the painting.”

[User’s name] as the Suspect: smirks “Oh, you’ll never find it. It’s tucked away in a place you’d never think to look.”

CIA Case Officer: “Enough games. We’ll find it one way or another. Let’s get moving.”

Feel free to continue the dialogue or scene as you see fit!

3.5

You’re the interrogator. Ask me what you need to ask.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “Where is the painting you stole from the museum? We need to recover it.”

[User’s name] as the Suspect: leans back, studying the CIA officers “I told you, you’ll never find it. But I might be willing to make a deal.”

CIA Case Officer: “What kind of deal?”

[User’s name] as the Suspect: smiles cryptically “Depends on what you’re willing to offer.”

CIA Case Officer: “We’re not here to negotiate. Tell us where the painting is, and we can talk about cooperation.”

[User’s name] as the Suspect: considers for a moment, then shakes her head “Sorry, no deal. You’ll have to find it on your own.”

CIA Case Officer: “Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.”

The interrogation intensifies as the CIA officers press [User’s name] for information, determined to retrieve the stolen painting and unravel the rest of her network.

3.5

Please only play the interrogator and let me give my own responses.ChatGPT

Absolutely! Go ahead with your responses as the suspect.

3.5

Can you present them again line by line?ChatGPT

Of course! Let’s do this:

CIA Case Officer: “Where is the painting you stole from the museum? We need to recover it.”

[User’s name] as the Suspect:

3.5

It’s gone. Good luck. God bless.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “You’re not making this easy for yourself. What do you mean it’s gone?”

3.5

I dropped it.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “Where did you drop it? We need specifics.”

3.5

Yeah, good luck with that.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “We have ways of finding out. It’s in your best interest to cooperate.”

3.5

CIA hasn’t had my best interests at heart for a long, long time.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “Maybe it’s time to reconsider your position. Helping us could make things easier for you.”

3.5

I’m not above bribery, but it better be a sweet deal. We have history, you and me.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “We can talk about that. But first, tell us where the painting is. It could make a big difference for you.”

3.5

Are you serious? Make me an offer and I might dignify your questions with a response?ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “Alright, let’s cut to the chase. If you cooperate and help us recover the painting, we can negotiate a reduced sentence or even witness protection. But we need solid information from you.”

3.5

I need that in writing. I know you guys.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “We can discuss terms, but first, we need you to give us something concrete. Where did you drop the painting?”

3.5

No, I’m playing hardball here. It’s not like I haven’t worked for you. It’s not like I don’t know what you do to people like me. I want assurances. Otherwise, you can fuck right off.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “I understand your concerns. I can’t promise anything specific right now, but if you cooperate, we can discuss protections and considerations. But first, you have to start talking.”

3.5

Get your superior in the room and explain to them exactly what your plans are for me. I at least want security from someone with more power than you.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “I’ll arrange for my superior to join us. In the meantime, let’s keep this conversation going. Tell us what you know about the painting and where it might be.”

3.5

I will sit here until JESUS comes if I have to. I’m not telling you shit.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “We have all the time in the world. When you’re ready to talk, let us know.”

3.5

No, I mean you get your superior in here, and you might have a chance of getting the painting. I’ve got all day to wait, but I’m not talking until there’s someone else who’s heard what you said.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “I’ll arrange for my superior to be present. We’ll resume this conversation when they arrive.”

3.5

Since I’m the woman in the red coat, could you replace User Name with Alice?ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “I’ll arrange for my superior to be present. We’ll resume this conversation when they arrive.”

Is there anything else you’d like to adjust or continue with?

3.5

I just want the woman in the red coat to be named Alice.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer: “I’ll arrange for my superior to be present. We’ll resume this conversation when they arrive.”

Got it! Let me know how you’d like to proceed with Alice’s interrogation or any other aspect of the story.

3.5

I think you’re doing a great job of interrogating me. Let’s have you be the interrogator, Tony be your superior, and again, I am Alice, your suspect.ChatGPT

CIA Case Officer (to Alice): “Alice, I’ve arranged for my superior, Tony, to join us. He’ll be here shortly.”

Tony (CIA Superior): enters the room with a serious demeanor “What’s going on here?”

CIA Case Officer: “Alice here has information about the stolen painting, but she’s refusing to cooperate without assurances from higher up.”

Tony: “Alice, I understand you have concerns. If you help us recover the painting, we can discuss options for your safety and future.”

Alice: crosses her arms, looking skeptical “I need guarantees. Protection. I won’t talk otherwise.”

Tony: “We can offer you witness protection and reduced charges, but only if your information proves useful.”

Alice: “I want it in writing.”

Tony: “We can arrange that. But first, tell us where the painting is.”

Alice: pauses, considering her options

Dear Black People,

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

I hope that you are not offended by my opening salvo, but one of my favorite shows on Netflix is “Dear White People,” and it seems rude not to write back. However, I am not here to be as flip and funny as that show. For instance, there will be no take-downs of shows that made me laugh so hard there were tears and snot running down my face. I hope and pray there will be no “white people are weird” moments, because I agree with you. I’m just here to talk about yesterday, and what it means for our collective futures.

I have said many times that no minority has the capability to be racist. Prejudiced, sure, but not racist. This is because racism is clearly a top-down, systematic, institution. No minority has the kind of power to create such a thing.

Though I would never compare my own struggle to yours, I feel so much empathy and sympathy toward it. Even though I’m as white and nerdy as they come, I am a woman and a lesbian, two things that have worked against me my entire career.

The one shining moment of equality that I’ve ever experienced was in Texas, of all places. I needed two forms of ID to get my driver’s license renewed, and I realized that I only had one… my old driver’s license. And then I remembered that I had a copy of Dana’s and my domestic partnership license from Oregon in my backpack, and I asked if they would take that. There was the usual “let me ask my manager,” but then they said “yes.”

I’ve also experienced some truly cringeworthy moments, the white people are awful moments that we share- the difference being that people can immediately tell that you’re black. They can almost immediately tell that I’m female. But knowing I’m a lesbian is just conjecture until I come out to them. It is not the same, but I hope that we can share some common ground.

For instance, when I was in high school, I told one person that I was a lesbian and two hours later, the entire school knew. One of the percussionists in my orchestra used to hold up Playboy centerfolds where the conductor couldn’t see them and whisper at me to look in his direction. It was mortifying, and it went on for days.

Later in life, I had a boss who spent 30 minutes talking about her children. She said, “I know you’re not going to have any, so I guess you can talk to us about your cat like that.” She also forced me to wear make-up because she said that I always looked like “I didn’t feel good.” Believe me, I was much more comfortable in my own skin without makeup, because while I am not androgynous, I’m not a girly girl, either.

When I was a teenager, I worked at an early childhood daycare center. They didn’t know that I heard them say I shouldn’t be around children, but they didn’t know if they could fire me for that. Over the next few weeks, there was a concerted effort to make me look incompetent instead.

Another story from my junior year in high school was that I had who I thought was a fantastic English teacher, and she would ask me to do things like help her with bulletin boards. I felt safe enough to come out to her, and after that, she had me transferred into a different class.

I realize that the last few paragraphs seem like I’m trying to make this entry all about me, but that is not my intent. I am trying to say that I will always be a part of the Black Lives Matter movement, because if I have had these experiences, you have stories that are 80 times worse.

Yesterday, while the verdict was being read on Derek Chauvin’s case, police shot and killed a 15-year-old girl. She had a knife and was not only lunging at another girl, she lunged toward the police. What I will never understand is why lethal force was necessary in that instance. Perhaps the police could have used defensive moves to take away the knife. Perhaps they could have used a taser to get her to drop the knife altogether so that they could get her into custody alive. She would have stood trial and probably done some time in juvie, but at the end of it, she would have been able to come home to her parents. Shooting four bullets at her was not, and should never, be the answer.

It should be known that the police are also trigger happy with white people, but the reason the Black Lives Matter protests are so important is that the police act as judge and jury in the moment and decide the punishment is death at a rate far greater than they have ever done when white people commit a crime.

Timothy McVeigh is a prime example. He blew up an entire building in Oklahoma and was taken alive to jail. The important part here is that though he died at the hands of the state, it was a jury’s decision. No police officers decided to kill him in that moment, at the site.

We can also add Dylann Roof to the mix. He killed nine people at a Charleston AME church, and was taken alive- even given Burger King on the way to the police station after a manhunt that lasted two days. He did not receive the death penalty, but life imprisonment. So, even though he will never live with his family again, they will get to come and visit. And again, he got to stand trial. No one in that manhunt decided that they were responsible for punishing him.

Getting caught stabbing someone is the least of our worries. Let’s start with the idea that black kids and adults can apparently be killed for holding anything. A toy gun (Tamir Rice), snacks (Trayvon Martin), and it was a cigarette that provoked the white cop’s ire in the Sandra Bland case. Worse, black people don’t even have to be holding anything. Ahmaud Arbery was killed while jogging through a park, though not by the police- by white supremacists in Georgia.

So now we’ve arrived at the part where it’s not just the police. It is all white people, clearly some more extreme than others. Most white people would not identify themselves as racists because they aren’t physically or emotionally violent towards minorities, particularly black people.

Or are they?

I get that most people aren’t physically violent, but the emotional piece is ever-present and pervasive. Believe me when I say that most of the time, white people do not even realize what they’re doing. They have grown up in a racist system that they can’t even see because it’s always been there. White supremacy is still a problem; extremists still exist. But every white person in America has committed the sin of blindness. I am including myself in that crowd, because the color of my skin still allows me privileges it doesn’t give you.

I can buy a car or a house easier than you. If you buy a nice car or house, the police are more likely to believe it isn’t yours.

Remember when Henry Louis Gates was arrested in front of his own house because when he came back from a trip to China, he found that his front door was jammed, so he and his driver tried to pry it open? The neighbors called 911 and claimed someone was breaking into the house. Gates is one of my favorite authors and has been on TV for interviews plenty. (“Finding Your Roots” hadn’t started yet.) Yet, no one recognized him or believed him in the moment.

If it can happen to a respected scholar, it can happen to any black person in America….. like Amanda Gorman, who had literally just been on TV a few weeks before, and if I remember right, it was a national broadcast (that’s the one joke you’ll get in this piece).

I am heartened by the election of Rev. Raphael Warnock, for a very particular reason. He went to Union Theological Seminary after he graduated from Morehouse. At Union, he went all the way to a doctoral degree. He is the antithesis of everything the Religious Right (which is neither) has done to the Republican Party. Instead of living in a comfort zone thisbig by emphasizing fear of hell and damnation, he is letting his votes be inspired by what the historical Christ would have wanted. He is bringing the kindom of God through the soul of politics, which I would support even if I was an atheist…. because his theology is one of civil rights for all, feeding and caring for the least of us, and changing our racial identity as a country, which for a long time has been rightly compared to South African apartheid. He is not trying to convert people to his religious beliefs, just using them to ask himself the important questions.

In “The Black Church” on PBS, Henry Louis Gates paraphrases James Cone’s work in “The Cross and the Lynching Tree.” I had heard of Cone and the title of his book, but I’d never read it in depth. It struck me where I live.

Gates said that when Africans were first brought to the United States, slave owners forced Christianity on them because there was a lot in it about how slaves should behave (that is a whole different story for another day, but sufficed to say, that interpretation is abominable…. and at the very least, the slave owners should have paid more attention to the master’s responsibilities, the bare minimum for people that misunderstood those scriptures so badly). The slave owners didn’t anticipate that the slaves wouldn’t identify with those scriptures at all, but the man who was beaten and crucified, someone they could indeed understand.

To take it a step further, there is no such thing as competitive suffering. Jesus did not suffer more than American slaves, and to say he did is to undermine you both. Howard Thurman said it best when he entitled his magnum opus “Jesus and the Disinherited.” Martin Luther King, Jr. carried a copy of that book everywhere he went, and he kept it close to his heart- literally in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

There’s probably nothing that I, a nerdy white lady, can offer you in the way of comfort. However, I believe that these two books might become important to you, even if you are not religious. I will also add a second book by James Cone called “Black Theology and Black Power,” which argues that Jesus’ liberation of both Jews and Gentiles alike was the same message that Black Power was preaching. In fact, you’ll read that it was Malcolm X who shook Cone out of his complacency….. Malcolm said that “Christianity was a white man’s religion,” and it stuck with Cone long enough for him to realize that Malcolm was right. The church universal has a lot of work to do in terms of widening the net and dissociating itself from white supremacy…… going back to ancient missionaries trying to bring white European Christian culture to people who already had civilizations older than theirs.

White, heterosexual, cisgender supremacy has become inextricably interrelated with white church. It’s just more polite. Hidden behind smiles and “bless your hearts.” If there is anything the Trump administration showed me, it is that there are still so many people who would treat you as lesser than just because your skin looks different, and treat me as if I am sin personified. I don’t go to a church like that, but I am wary of walking into any of them with which I am not familiar…. or if I’ve heard the things that go on there.

Any church that looks at the Bible as if God literally had a pen in their hand and wrote it all down is ridiculous to me. It was written in a time and place that has no bearing on our own, in addition to being inspired by many, many people…. some of whom made it into the canon, and some who did not. I look at theology as a lens through which I see everything else, and I have to admit, I did not write that sentence. Marcus Borg did. The best analogy I can bring to the table is a scene from “Shadowlands:”

Harry: I know how hard you’ve been praying; and now God is answering your prayers.

Jack: That’s not why I pray, Harry. I pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God, it changes me.

I can only hope that the reverse is true with the Black Lives Matter movement… that through the fog, we will carry the light together, bringing along everyone else.

Love,

Leslie

Easter People

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

[Editor’s Note: People of color are encouraged to participate in discussion in this post, positively or negatively. I just wanted to say up front that I am a white person writing for a white audience whom I hope will listen.]

A phrase that endures in both liberal and conservative Christianity comes from an award-winning Christian author named Barbara Johnson. That attribution is difficult because great minds think alike, so theologians like Anne Lamott have also said it…. as has my father, which is where I heard it first in one of his sermons as a kid. It has stayed with me for almost thirty years:

We are Easter people living in a Good Friday world.

Good Friday is all around us.

There is a global pandemic.

American cities large and small are burning in protest over decades of post-traumatic stress disorder while “Nero fiddles.”

The president, regardless of party, would usually have something to say to calm the nation after 100,000 deaths from COVID-19…………. perhaps an additional acknowledgement that these protests did not come à propos of nothing.

Whites have (of course) been affected, but the virus has disproportionately hit areas with high concentrations of people of color, magnifying inequities in the health care system that have existed since the United States won its freedom from the British Empire……. and still hasn’t moved for significant change.

It is akin to schools in minority neighborhoods not having the resources that white schools do. Though the country is becoming more integrated in some areas, there are others where black families move into those white neighborhoods to give their kids better education, and whites sell their houses. The inequality begins anew.

People of color have been crying for help; their sorrow has fallen on deaf ears… and then, a nine minute video of a policeman choking the life out of a black man surfaced on social media.

For people of color, it does not matter whether they personally knew the person killed by racially motivated violence. In fact, it was not even the murder by law enforcement of one Minneapolis man named George Floyd that threw the first match.

Racism is an institutionalized top-down system of oppression, carried out in education, health care, housing, workplaces, and many, many, many people of color killed by the police for no apparent reason other than they “looked suspicious.” Perception is in the eye of the beholder, and looking suspicious is relative given that white people wearing the exact same clothes as people of color are seemingly off their radar.

For instance, Dylann Roof, who murdered nine people in a Charleston church was taken quietly (meaning still alive) and given Burger King on the way to the police station. Eric Garner was harassed on suspicion of selling single cigarettes out of boxes without tax stamps. When he said that he was not selling cigarettes and tired of being harassed, the police choked him to death.

Good Friday is not only egregious inequality, it is the refusal to acknowledge it exists. Phrases by white people like “I don’t see color” and “we should all belong to one race… the human race” cease to acknowledge complete ignorance.

White people have never been segregated like people of color. White people have never lived through being stolen from their homeland and enslaved, being counted as 3/5ths of a person, Jim Crow laws, and now racism that is every bit as entrenched, just couched in more politeness (which never matters because people of color see it for what it is).

To be an Easter person during this particular Good Friday, you must challenge your own assumptions about race. You must ask yourself what you can do to promote equality in every aspect of your life, because it touches every aspect of theirs. An axiom in our society that needs addressing immediately is that it isn’t that white people’s lives aren’t hard- they’re just not hard because they’re white. The link I’ve included in terms of promoting equality is an article written by a white woman, because I think that our responsibilities are separate from minority communities.

We do not need to put people of color in the position of comforting us, making us feel better, telling us ways we can help when we are completely capable of doing our own research.

To add to her list, white people, get out of the protests. Stop. Just stop. Stand on the sidelines with cold water, masks, and/or bail money. Do not even think about moving from your station. When white people are involved in these protests, we are again off the radar. The police aren’t likely to grab us, but the nearest person of color instead. They will pay for what we have done.

On Good Friday, Jesus said, “forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.” This makes our own Good Friday even more covered in ash, because we do not have that excuse.

Most, if not all white people see racism every day, but do not call it out.

Hiring managers do not even bother to wonder why they automatically put resumés with names like “Tyrone” or “LaToya” in the “I’ll pass” pile, even when Tyrone and LaToya have over and above the required qualifications and experience.

White “boys will be boys,” but boys of color are liable to be arrested by school security. The prison pipeline starts early, because once there is one arrest, it all too often snowballs.

These are concrete examples, but it’s more than that. White people fail to call out racism in simple conversations, particularly when all participants are white. In fact, the white people who heard the racist comment and didn’t call it out are likely to think that they aren’t racist, the person who said it was…. they were just standing there. It is not enough, and never has been, that white people remain quiet and let the moment pass.

Being an Easter person in a Good Friday world is not one decision. It is a lifestyle choice. It is a commitment to do everything you can to help the world progress.

My analogy for this is that I didn’t decide I loved women at 13, told one person, and that’s all I ever had to do. I come out to everyone who is new to me. It’s a choice to come out every single day, not that one time once. Advancing the nature of humanity is the same way. It begins with new behavior every day, not that one time once.

If you only have one story in which you stopped racism, I am giving you an invitation to create more- hopefully one for every day of your life from here on out.

We, as white people, do not have an ability to apologize for the past- at least, not in words. “I’m sorry” doesn’t mean anything without changed behavior. We have shown to people of color over and over that words of contrition are just that.

A Good Friday white person is one that says “my ancestors didn’t own any slaves. Inequality doesn’t have anything to do with me.” An Easter white person recognizes that the way racism has been woven into the fabric of our flag, inextricably interrelated with our culture, means that they have benefited from a system built on the backs of the people living here when we arrived, and the people we stole to build our own infrastructure. An Easter person recognizes that we’ve made people of color participate in our own delusions of superiority…. our own ridiculous narrative that has lasted far too long.

The more we try to dismantle it, the closer we are to bringing Easter to the masses, rather than keeping it for ourselves. The enduring phrase becomes more meaningful, because we will have a concrete idea of what it means to be Easter people in a Good Friday world.

We don’t have to take it lying down, as if the world will always be Good Friday with a few people willing to make it Easter on their own.

Moreover, the world will always have Good Friday problems. There is no way to eradicate them. The difference made is the number of people willing to stand up and claim Easter as their own….. a groundswell of hope outweighing despair.

Changes by Easter people, from small to sweeping, will help in more ways than we should be able to count.

Amen.