Perpetual Bondage: On Being Confronted by Racism . . . Yet Again

By Floyd Holloway, Jr.

I’m saddened, disgusted and enraged as I ponder the evil that men do and contemplate how to live within and among the senseless, ongoing indecencies. Doing nothing is not an option if we are human first, believe in the richness of equality, choose freedom over fear and suppression, and embrace opportunity for all, at every level in every aspect of our lives.

I understand the sense of powerlessness many brown skinned people feel. I live in those moments, more often than not, despite the fact that I am positioned with opportunity and access to lean into the changes we need. The deeply rooted racism that permeates the very core of our existence is the thing that weakens my best efforts and hardens my soul; the thing that will determine the single, most significant failure our country will ever know – the demise of what it means to be the land of the free and home of the brave. There is no freedom in the perpetual bondage I feel – always repressed, no matter how ethical, authentic, abiding or hardworking – and nothing less brave than the cowardly acts I fear, of those who seek to tear down others not like them for no good reason.

Yes, I am enraged and so immeasurably saddened by this awful state of existence. Perhaps more so at those who have the power to change everything, but still choose to do nothing.