I will attest to the quotas.
I am Native American, and a former associate pastor and staff member at FBCH.
Prior to that, I was an ass.pastor in nearby Gary, IN.
As an assoc.pastor , I helped to start 13 Chapels and pastored several of them for a time.
All of my work was in predominantly Black neighborhoods.
From '99-'01, I was on a Div.16 Bus route, in Bolingbrook/Romeoville, IL.
Here is one of the many heart-breaking stories I experienced:
We had one Black family on our route.
They were a truly middle-class family, in a middle-class neighborhood.
They owned twin black Ford Expeditions, and the father would ask me if they could leave the bus in Romeoville, and drive the Expeditions to church.
Great people.
They had one child who was deformed but mentally normal, and another of their 6 children was mildly retarded, but looked normal.
They fell in love with ministry to the pathfinders/sunbeams, etc., as their kids were ecstatic every week, and had really changed their lives.
One week, a brat from a few blocks away, with a whore single mom who dumped her bastards on us every week, started a fight with a boy his age from the Black family.
I requested the captain to stop bringing the brats, as they were on meds for disorders, and were high all day, and wasting their time.
Instead, the next Sat., I was told by an ashen-faced bus captain, that Ray Young had called him in and told him that the Black family wasn't allowed to come anymore.
Ray Young didn't go to their house.
MTMurray, the B.C., didn't go to the house.
They sent me, the one who brought them in the first place, to "atone for my sins" of bringing "Canadians" to a White Sunday School.
I walked up to the door, weeping, and told the father we couldn't pick them up anymore.
He said, "it's because we are Black, isn't it?"
I still can tell this story without weeping, 18 years later.
I was angry at God for bringing me back to a racist church, that I had gladly left to help start the church in Gary, as I was sick of racism before I left the first time.
A month later, we started the Chapels, and God told me "this is why I brought you back", and I was happy to pour myself into reaching Black South Chicago.
My name is Michael David Ramsey.
This is my story.
It is true.
FBCH has a lot more skeletons in its closet than just DH.
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