Skip to main content

Protest

The ugly world of politics has officially infiltrated the world of sports. It’s ridiculous, yet, not shocking. In a time of our nation being more divided than ever, with questionable leadership, closest racists coming out of hiding, and the natural disasters literally wiping out peoples once normal lives, why is it that one of the few enjoyable forms of entertainment, sports, now a political matter?

Awhile back Colin Kaepernick stirred things up when he decided not to stand, but instead take a knee and kneel, in protest of the national anthem. When he did this it not only caused controversy, but it cost him his job. To date, he still remains unsigned to an NFL team. And what’s wild is he’s way too talented to not be signed. Plus, he’s a babe. I mean, come on, there’s nothing sexier than a hot guy standing up for what he believes in, or in Colin’s case, protesting. However, he made a choice and is living with the consequences. In an age of protests, speaking out, and taking a stand against prejudice and social injustice, politics have crept into the sports world. I believe that politics and sports don’t mix. Especially, when it gets to a place where leadership is revoking invitations to our nation’s capital, insulting professional athletes on social media, and stating that athletes who participate in protests should be fired. Crazy as it sounds; it’s the reality of how much things have shifted.

Michael Jordan stated that, “One of the fundamental rights this country is founded on was freedom of speech, and we have a long tradition of nonviolent, peaceful protest. Those who exercise the right to peacefully express themselves should not be demonized or ostracized. At a time of increasing divisiveness and hate in this country, we should be looking for ways to work together and support each other and not create more division.

Taking a stand against injustice is important, and no one, not even athletes, should be threatened with termination for protesting, especially if no one is being put in danger or harm’s way. Not to throw shade, but there have been professional athletes who’ve done far worse things and gotten off the hook. The silver lining in all this is that the recent protests have sparked an important conversation in the sports world, and given people a lot to think about. It’s refreshing to see professional athletes standing together in unity, instead of divided about the matter. On the other side of that, some people are arguing, throwing salt, and turning things into a political argument. Should so much attention be put on trivial matters, while families in different areas all over the world are trying to recover from natural disasters and piece together what’s left of their once normal lives, or is it best to fight about athletes protests, declining and revoking invitations, and who’s right and who’s wrong? 

Popular posts from this blog

The Day I Became A Kidney Donor

About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...

Thoughts From a Black Educator: Qualified, Credentialed, and Constantly Undermined

I’m a Black educator in my fifth year of teaching middle school English, and in my third as the 8th Grade English PLC (Professional Learning Community) Lead. And while I genuinely enjoy the purposeful work I get to do, seeing the growth of my scholars, and continuing to hone my skills in a content area I’ve loved since I was a little girl, I’ve had to confront some unpleasant experiences in this space.  I’d been through much worse when I was an academic advisor at a Christian university. Racism, sexism, harassment, and workplace bullying were sadly norms in that environment. However, some of what I’ve experienced as a Black educator hasn’t been normal … It doesn’t seem normal to be the only Black educator in my department – in a predominantly Black school. One of my Black colleagues once said, “It should look like a Tyler Perry movie in here.” But it doesn’t. It didn’t feel normal being reprimanded in a meeting (during my second year of teaching) by an administrator who went in on...

The Day I Made A Will

When I was a teenager, I remember writing a list of my greatest fears. One of the things I listed was death. Looking back, it was an interesting item to list because inevitably, death is something each of us will face at some point in our lives. Even though it’s no longer a fear of mine, I understand why and how it’s not a comfortable thing for everyone to navigate. But regardless, this past summer I completed a detailed will. I signed it, had witnesses sign it, and got it notarized. As I was getting everything done, one of the witnesses looked at me and said, “You know, it’s just that you’re so young…” I’ve learned that death doesn’t care how young or how old you are. You can be five, fifteen, thirty, or fifty, and it’s still something that happens. Completing my will wasn’t scary. It gave me peace of mind having documentation in place stating my detailed directives and requests. A year ago, I had one of my kidneys removed. It was a surgery that came with risks that were presented cle...