At commencement services for the Rev. Clementa Pinckney, my heart ached
The country has come to “know” the girls' father in mythical terms, as a martyr, hero and fallen soldier in the struggle for justice. But they knew him as “Daddy.”
Jennifer Pinckney, far left, widow of the late Rev. Clementa Pinckney, stands with their daughters, Eliana and Malana, during the Wesley Theological Seminary commencement ceremony at the Washington National Cathedral on May 9, 2016. Photo by Lyndon Orinion, courtesy of Wesley Theological Seminary
(RNS) Family members of the late Rev. Clementa Pinckney attended the commencement service of Wesley Theological Seminary last week at the Washington National Cathedral.
Pinckney, a doctor of ministry student at Wesley who was close to completing his final project, was gunned down last June, along with eight of his parishioners, when a young white male, who had joined those assembled for a weekly evening Bible study, suddenly opened fire on the unsuspecting attendees.
Pinckney had not only been pastor of the historic Emanuel AME church in Charleston, S.C., for six years, but had also served in the state Senate for 15 years, before his untimely death at age 41. He had been committed to seeking justice and the “welfare of the city” for nearly 19 years. Someday he could have achieved national stature as a great statesman; but his life was extinguished in the midst of living out his calling.
On May 9, prior to awarding diplomas to the doctor of ministry degree candidates, the Rev. David McAllister-Wilson, president of the seminary, invited Pinckney’s widow, Jennifer, to join him at the podium.
She was accompanied by her two young daughters, Eliana and Malana.
McAllister-Wilson informed the audience that last fall the Wesley faculty had voted unanimously to award the diploma to Pinckney posthumously. It also established Pinckney Scholarships for the new Doctor of Ministry in Public Engagement in honor of its alum.
After the president finished his remarks, Academic Dean Robert Martin came forward and handed Jennifer Pinckney her late husband’s hood and his diploma.
As I watched Pinckney’s daughters at the commencement service, my heart ached.
The country has come to “know” their father in mythical terms, as a martyr, hero and fallen soldier in the struggle for justice. But the girls knew him as “Daddy.” I could not help but recall some of the martyrs of the civil rights movement and the parentless children they left behind.
Medgar Evers, Martin Luther King, Viola Liuzzo and James Reeb voluntarily accepted the risk of standing up against an unjust, inhumane socio-political order that doomed generations of African-Americans to substandard existence because of their race.
Jennifer Pinckney, center, holds the posthumously awarded Doctor of Ministry degree of her husband, slain South Carolina pastor Clementa Pinckney. Her daughters, Eliana and Malana,hold their father’s academic hood. Back row, left to right, are Jennifer Pinckney’s mother; the Rev. Doug Powe, James C. Logan Professor of Evangelism, professor of urban ministry and managing director for the Institute for Community Engagement; Wesley Theological Seminary President David McAllister-Wilson; and the Rev. Lovett Weems, Distinguished Professor of Church Leadership and director of the G. Douglass Lewis Center for Church Leadership. Photo by Donovan Marks, courtesy of Wesley Theological Seminary
These martyrs pursued the path of resistance despite the possibility of injury or death. They did so not to seek glory in martyrdom, but because they would have been unable to live with themselves if they had not taken that risk. By resisting injustice they signed on to consequences that could lead to martyrdom.
However, their children did not. The slayers of Evers, King, Liuzzo and Reeb left 15 children with only one parent to raise them.
One of the more heartbreaking aspects of the Charleston church killings is that these deaths occurred in 2015, not 1965. The civil rights movement ended nearly 50 years ago; but young children can still lose a parent because of white supremacy.
Pinckney’s daughters, ages 6 and 10, stood by their mother’s side while she delivered her brief remarks, as the older daughter held his hood and the younger daughter held his diploma. Jennifer Pinckney explained that initially, only she was supposed to attend the commencement ceremony. However, the Pinckneys “always did things as a family,” so naturally the girls were going to accompany her on this occasion.
She mentioned to the audience that she and her husband had often spoken of his graduation with great anticipation. He was very much looking forward to having his family present as he received his degree. Now they were present, but he was not.
After Jennifer Pinckney spoke, she turned to McAllister-Wilson and hugged him, and spontaneously, her two young daughters did the same. McAllister-Wilson, a large, physically imposing figure, appeared as a bulwark for the bereaved Pinckney family. They held on to him for a long, pregnant moment. It was a deeply poignant tableau that moved me to tears, as it did others. Long after the trio returned to their seats, one could hear sniffling in the audience.
(Beverly Eileen Mitchell is professor of historical theology at Wesley Theological Seminary)
At commencement services for the Rev. Clementa Pinckney, my heart ached
The country has come to “know” the girls' father in mythical terms, as a martyr, hero and fallen soldier in the struggle for justice. But they knew him as “Daddy.”
(RNS) Family members of the late Rev. Clementa Pinckney attended the commencement service of Wesley Theological Seminary last week at the Washington National Cathedral.
Pinckney, a doctor of ministry student at Wesley who was close to completing his final project, was gunned down last June, along with eight of his parishioners, when a young white male, who had joined those assembled for a weekly evening Bible study, suddenly opened fire on the unsuspecting attendees.
Pinckney had not only been pastor of the historic Emanuel AME church in Charleston, S.C., for six years, but had also served in the state Senate for 15 years, before his untimely death at age 41. He had been committed to seeking justice and the “welfare of the city” for nearly 19 years. Someday he could have achieved national stature as a great statesman; but his life was extinguished in the midst of living out his calling.
On May 9, prior to awarding diplomas to the doctor of ministry degree candidates, the Rev. David McAllister-Wilson, president of the seminary, invited Pinckney’s widow, Jennifer, to join him at the podium.
She was accompanied by her two young daughters, Eliana and Malana.
McAllister-Wilson informed the audience that last fall the Wesley faculty had voted unanimously to award the diploma to Pinckney posthumously. It also established Pinckney Scholarships for the new Doctor of Ministry in Public Engagement in honor of its alum.
After the president finished his remarks, Academic Dean Robert Martin came forward and handed Jennifer Pinckney her late husband’s hood and his diploma.
As I watched Pinckney’s daughters at the commencement service, my heart ached.
The country has come to “know” their father in mythical terms, as a martyr, hero and fallen soldier in the struggle for justice. But the girls knew him as “Daddy.” I could not help but recall some of the martyrs of the civil rights movement and the parentless children they left behind.
Medgar Evers, Martin Luther King, Viola Liuzzo and James Reeb voluntarily accepted the risk of standing up against an unjust, inhumane socio-political order that doomed generations of African-Americans to substandard existence because of their race.
Jennifer Pinckney, center, holds the posthumously awarded Doctor of Ministry degree of her husband, slain South Carolina pastor Clementa Pinckney. Her daughters, Eliana and Malana,hold their father’s academic hood. Back row, left to right, are Jennifer Pinckney’s mother; the Rev. Doug Powe, James C. Logan Professor of Evangelism, professor of urban ministry and managing director for the Institute for Community Engagement; Wesley Theological Seminary President David McAllister-Wilson; and the Rev. Lovett Weems, Distinguished Professor of Church Leadership and director of the G. Douglass Lewis Center for Church Leadership. Photo by Donovan Marks, courtesy of Wesley Theological Seminary
These martyrs pursued the path of resistance despite the possibility of injury or death. They did so not to seek glory in martyrdom, but because they would have been unable to live with themselves if they had not taken that risk. By resisting injustice they signed on to consequences that could lead to martyrdom.
However, their children did not. The slayers of Evers, King, Liuzzo and Reeb left 15 children with only one parent to raise them.
One of the more heartbreaking aspects of the Charleston church killings is that these deaths occurred in 2015, not 1965. The civil rights movement ended nearly 50 years ago; but young children can still lose a parent because of white supremacy.
Pinckney’s daughters, ages 6 and 10, stood by their mother’s side while she delivered her brief remarks, as the older daughter held his hood and the younger daughter held his diploma. Jennifer Pinckney explained that initially, only she was supposed to attend the commencement ceremony. However, the Pinckneys “always did things as a family,” so naturally the girls were going to accompany her on this occasion.
She mentioned to the audience that she and her husband had often spoken of his graduation with great anticipation. He was very much looking forward to having his family present as he received his degree. Now they were present, but he was not.
After Jennifer Pinckney spoke, she turned to McAllister-Wilson and hugged him, and spontaneously, her two young daughters did the same. McAllister-Wilson, a large, physically imposing figure, appeared as a bulwark for the bereaved Pinckney family. They held on to him for a long, pregnant moment. It was a deeply poignant tableau that moved me to tears, as it did others. Long after the trio returned to their seats, one could hear sniffling in the audience.
(Beverly Eileen Mitchell is professor of historical theology at Wesley Theological Seminary)