It’s not easy. We are familiar with and know the feel of the social construct of race. We know what to expect of it and for all the faults that we find with race, we are too familiar with its prejudices, too accustomed to its stereotypes, too comfortable with the life lived racially to let go. We have gotten use to the frustrations, the disappointments, the struggle.
We are accustomed to the hand held tightly, unable to hold on to anyone, we raise our fists and wave our fists. Our fingers are stuck together it seems.
I don’t know when or where or why it happened; but, I write for this struggle with identity to end. I write in hopes of loosening the grip that we have on race. I write with the vision that we will open our hands, freeing ourselves of what has never been, who we have never seen. I write with hands wide open with the faith that you too can receive the life of the Spirit.
Race is not holding on to us. We are holding on to race. Let go. This is my prayer. Amen.