[Please note, this was transcribed by Superfest and may include some small errors.]

Audio describer: Still a Slave, by Nathan Geering. The sea moves softly, illuminated by the setting sun above it. A black man emerges, fighting the waves though they’re trying to hold him back. He stumbles.

Voice over: I’m not racist

Audio describer: Collapsing to the sea shore, he lays still. Both physically and emotionally drained as ignorant racial comments weigh him down.

Voice over: I don’t see color

Audio describer: He stands, hands bound above him in the middle of a giant rectangular frame. The skyline eerily dark, shaded with rich hues of iridescent blues blended with fiery oranges that radiant light on his true feelings.

Voice over: Change takes a long time.

Audio describer: he is shown with the rope around his throat losing hope. And then by his hands, hanging from the frame in emotional pain. He stands, legs immersed in the freezing water in which he lands, holding a rope with a fierce ball of fire raging on one end, he is hurting with anger and despair, why don’t they care?

Voice over: Slavery doesn’t exist anymore

Audio describer: The voices of those who don’t understand torment his mind polluting it with troubled thoughts, he’s alone as he battled internal demons that his people and his ancestors have fought for years. His physical body cannot contain it. As he jolts while he hangs from the wooden frame, he kneels hands bound heavy breathing feeling that sinking feeling as he struggles to keep his emotions at bay.

Voice over: all lives matter

Audio description: He shakes his head and cries in disbelief as if to ask how can all lives matter before we acknowledge that black lives matter. He powerfully reels the rope of fire as he begins to express himself passionately through brave dance.

Voice over: What privileges do I have that you don’t?

Audio description: he sways the rope in a circular motion from side to side, around and across his body, positioning him into windmills.

Voice over: Stop being so aggressive.

AD: on the floor he does various fullpoint turns around the firepit. Like a cannonball he spins across the ground releasing his anger and insecurity. He jump kicks in the air, increasing the speed and intensity of the flame flying furiously around him. It reflects his built in emotions trying to break free.

Voice over: How dare you want to tear down our statues?

AD: He ball kicks then spins, quickly transitioning into a ninety, after rising and spins he collapses to the floor, tangled in the rope, showing the intense struggle of the battle.

Voice over: I hear your anti-white sentiment loud and clear.

I don’t have to listen to this.

AD: Hands bound by the rope of fire he continues the exhausting battle to break free.

Voice over: I haven’t got a problem with black people, some of my best mates are black.

AD: The rope of fire continues to burn, proves difficult to tame, the battle begins to intensify.

Voice over: I mainly date black guys. I can’t be racist, my daughter is mixed!

AD: The rope wraps around his neck, his mind and body fatigued.

Voice over: You shouldn’t be protesting because of COVID. You could cause a second spike.

AD: in agony, he struggles.

Voice over: Those poor horses.

AD: The darkness surrounds him, the physical emotional and mental pain exhausts him as he’s strung by the neck unable to get free.

Voice over: Two wrongs don’t make a right.

AD: In agony, he struggles.

Voice over: Britain, is not racist.

AD: Despite the noose falling to the floor, as he walks away from the shore, he knows in many ways, he is still a slave.