The speech I gave this year at Taylor University, a predominantly white evangelical university in the Indianapolis suburb, was perplexing yet rewarding. I understood that white evangelicals voted more than 80 percent for Trump in 2016. I came there with a disdain for all who would dare vote for Trump as president, but I left feeling somewhat like Coretta King, my mentor, who could see the good in everyone.
For that moment, I felt something good had broken through all the mean- spirited and evil acts permeating the airwaves and was touching me. For that moment, I felt tagged, selected, like I felt in elementary school when the teacher called my name as an A student or in the childish games, we played “You’re it.” I was the “it”, the one God chose to send someone to be kind to.