When it comes to white men you can never imagine their privilege or their power away, regardless of how their lot in life turns out.
One often settles for calling them out on their racism: Tony La Russa, Randy Orton, Steve Clevenger.
But this too is not enough, for their names do not matter.
The name Keith Scott matters, killed by police in Charlotte.
You want to say something heavy, thoughtful-like, such as “police only matter so far as they represent the tragic failure of the American imagination.”
But you’re unsure of exactly what that might mean.
So you say, instead, the most beautiful thing a top athlete can do with his or her body today is kneel before the game and kick ass during. Or kneel and then ride the bench. Who cares? The beauty of American sports today is that the outcome of the game is secondary to what African American athletes do when they step foot on the field of play and the announcer asks everybody to rise.