Contributed by Crystal Allen, Author
I remember the day my son tried out for his high school baseball team. I figured tryouts would last two hours, so imagine my surprise when he walked in the kitchen with his baseball gear an hour and forty-five minutes early.
“What happened?” I ask.
“They don’t want me to play on their team.”
“Who are ‘they?’”
“A couple of the guys walked over to me and said, ‘Why don’t you go play basketball or football with the other black guys, and let us have our sport.’ So, I just got my things, got the paperwork from the coach, and left. I’m not going to play where I’m not wanted.”