This isn’t the first time, you know. No, this isn’t the first time a young Black boy lay dead on the street with his blood on the hands of someone who simply saw him as a “Black boy.”
No, there is a list a mile long of names that represent this tragic scenario.
Some of the names we have heard, like Emmett Till, the 14-year-old whose body was found in a river with a cotton gin fan tied around his neck with barbed wire just few days after he had the gall to speak to a white woman in the summer of 1955. The alleged murderers were acquitted.
Most of the names, though, we have never heard as they are buried in the annals of our nation’s racist history, a history many of us whitewash with the assumed generosity of the Civil Rights Act or some other good-intentioned but largely impotent document.
This isn’t the first time, you know. No, this isn’t the first time Black athletes took a stand.