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We are people, not your mascots.

Jacob K Tingle,
San Antonio, TX.

As the grandson of an Oklahoma Choctaw, I am deeply sensitive to the negative impact of stereotypes. Though no one looks at me and says, “He’s Native,” I try to use my multiple privileges to push back against the use of racists sport mascots and logos. We must understand that the systematic steps employed by the U.S. government to “Kill the Indian and save the man” continues to have broad reaching impacts. It is beyond time to #ChangeTheName.

White wrestling girl in small town.

Jayden Housh,
Mt. Pleasant, IA

I was born and raised in a small town, surrounded by corn and bean fields. In a small town of Iowa, there is not many diverse things about it, but it is not just a giant field of corn. There is girl’s wrestling here which is big thing because wrestling has always been thought of as an all-male sport. Iowa girl’s wrestling has been growing and a lot every year and makes everyone have the opportunity to wrestle.

“Look, She throws like a girl!”

Riley Hill,
West Chester, PA

For me, growing up I was just a little tom boy girl that loved to play sports and be outside. I realized at a young age that I was not a girly-girl and I cared a lot about sporty stuff. I started playing soccer when I was younger and then continued on to play Division 1 for college. Looking back on my childhood, the gender stereotypes have not gone away, they simply have changed. Back then, I was never thought to be great at a sport because I was a girl. In gym classes, the boys were always picked first. However, when I was a D1 athlete, I realized the gender discrimination was even worse. Men’s soccer created a much larger crowd and then earned much more money for funding compared to the women’s soccer team.

Being me is unique and beautiful!

Sam Coope,
New Hyde Park, NY

Growing up, I was always the tomboy type. I loved to play sports and be active. I am someone who loves to work out and go to the gym on a daily basis. I played on many different teams all throughout high school. Some of them were all women’s teams and other’s were all men’s teams. I was able to experience playing with both men and women. The different levels of competition between the two were extremely different but exciting. I loved the thrill of being able to be the only girl on a men’s team. It allowed me to feel like I was strong enough to compete on this level of competition. However, when I go out with a group of friends, I do like to dress up once in a while, even though I am someone who always felt more comfortable wearing athletic clothes. As I got older, I started dressing up a lot more while also continuing to be an athlete. I guess you can say I have two different types of styles when it comes to the activity I am doing. I am also a girl who doesn’t like to wear makeup. I don’t own any makeup and have never been into wearing anything like that. As a girl, it sometimes feels weird for me to say that I don’t like wearing makeup. However, it isn’t for me and not something that I feel comfortable wearing myself. I love being a part of many different teams and playing on a team with all guys because of how tough it makes me feel. I often feel like I am one of the boys even though I am a girl because I play on a team with them. To some people, a girl playing on a men’s team may look crazy because of the competitive level. However, I love to be challenged and love the competitiveness I get while playing with them. Just because I am a girl, doesn’t always mean that I have to follow the stereotypes of all girls and do all the girly things that girls do. There is nothing that a girl can’t do even if the levels of competition and interests are different than most. Overall, being me is something that I would never want to change. I may be different than most girls and not always into girly things, but I am always going to continue to be myself and do what makes me happy. I will always be unique and beautiful in my own way and strive to continue to do the things that make me happy.

Girls are different? Sorry, didn’t know.

iphonemay2014-351Katharine
Corona, CA

When I was young I grew up on a street with boys and ended up being a pretty big tomboy. I enjoyed sports, I was competitive and I liked playing with my friends. As I got older I began volunteering at the local hospital and became a fire explorer with my friends. We grew up and were able to play outside, be competitive and I found a new love for helping people. We went to college and the fire academy and had a great time, how could it be that I would possibly get to have fun playing with my friends forever?
After the academy everyone split up and got jobs all over. That’s when everything changed. That’s when I became the girl. I got hired with a fire department where I didn’t know anyone; these were not the boys from my street. These were other boys… and I was a girl. Now, I have been doing my job for a while and I love it, but it was hard to treated different for something I couldn’t help. It was never an issue when we were kids. We all want to have fun, we are competitive, and we all want to help people. It’s just I am a girl.

My coach was a black woman.

Anonymous,
Montgomery, TX

Diane Nappier was raised in Hartford Connecticut and came to the mostly white community of Suffield, Connecticut in 1974 to teach physical education and coach basketball and track and field. We, as her students, never thought of her as a black woman, we never really cared about her race. She coached us, pushed us and taught us how we could achieve more by dedication, hard work and practice. Her lessons have stayed with her students throughout our lives. Sadly, she passed away from cancer from 2002 but she lives on in our hearts and memories. We love her to this day. Race has nothing to do with this. I guess my point is, we need to relearn how to appreciate people for who they are and what they bring to others. I’m not sure the “racial divide” genuinely happens with real people in real relationships. Let’s put aside the excuse of the “racial divide” and bring value to others and learn to love again.

Go Back To Your Own Country

Aixa Rojas,
El Paso, TX

I am told by a blonde girl from the opposite team while we leave the locker room at the State competition. I was only 16 and it was my second year in the United States; I was still so ignorant of the prejudices held against me and my culture. I am a first-generation Mexican American, born in the U.S. but raised on the Mexican side of the border. In my small Hispanic community, I was kept in a bubble even when I started high school in the U.S. In my town, most of my classmates and people around me looked and talked just like me. However, I was hit with a harsh reality the very first time I had the opportunity to travel where I was clearly in the minority.

El Paso Community College
SOCI 1301

The reparations will never end now

John,
England

Before I had any sense of nuance, I looked at race relations across the pond and here in the UK, the way the media had intended for me to see it. Whites are the aggressors, blacks are the victims. Granted it wasn’t always so – I’m old enough to recall various newspapers getting away with snide to blatant racism a couple of decades ago. But today is a very different world – where despite the obvious advances in equality, 1 incident too many derails everything. A black man is killed in police custody in America, by a white man. Yet another horrific statistic, and yet the numbers don’t point to a racist society at all. It’s easy to say that nobody should be dying in police custody, it’s not so easy to proclaim that white people are worse off in this area – for fear of being labelled a racist. Have nuance, play devil’s advocate – it doesn’t matter, if you’re in a discussion with the current political mindset, you are a bigot, you are a white supremacist.
Suddenly, my entire country is racist, our statues of well know philanthropists are torn down because they owned a slave or ‘had racist thoughts’ centuries ago, our memorials of war are desecrated, flags burned and previous leaders through the country’s toughest moments, are vandalized – all in the angry name of the race. Every day, our publicly funded-via a television tax- ‘independent’ broadcaster, the BBC has several more stories race-baiting, articles about how we are all racist towards black people, regardless of any circumstance or counterclaim – you have ‘unconscious bias’.

Yesterday, the BBC claimed that football commentators had a racial bias in that they were 3-6 times more likely to praise a black players ‘speed or power’ but 60% of comments about ‘intelligence and work ethic’ were towards white players. Today, black players have been ‘urged to form a coalition’. Race relations are dead according to the media. The most privileged, extortionately well paid black men in the UK, need to protect themselves from such a vile country apparently.

Forget what percentages mean. Forget the fact that the country is majority white. Forget that ‘speed and power’ are positives in the game. Forget the definition of Racism. The new one? ‘Privilege + Power = Racism.’ This of course means, black people cannot be racist. It’s a phrase that is trotted out in colleges and universities all over the west – Something I’m sure, the rest of the world looks on in bemusement. It feels like a war is coming, one that’ll be fabricated by the media, only making things worse. One moron will commit some heinous crime and it will be seen as ‘proof’ that the whole country is awash in racist sentiment. May the silent majority, black and white, stay sane.

A game against the racist ref

Mark DiPirro,
Durham, NH

Back when I played club soccer for an organization called the World Cup, I had an African American coach. Our team was pretty strong, and our coach was very passionate about us winning. One day we had a game against another strong team and our ref was an older white gentleman. The game started and we noticed a lot of the calls seemed to be against us, and these same calls were not being equally called for on the opposing side. Whatever our team was used to getting bad refs, so we continued playing our game and kept up in the game. Our coach was getting progressively frustrated by the unfairness and decided to call the ref out on it, to which the ref deemed enough of an excuse to give our coach a yellow card and tell him that more complaints would result in a red. For starters, this was a club, so seeing something like this was rare to begin with. We continued to play and although every call was unfair and against us, we were still the better team. The game was tied, one of my teammates was on a breakaway, dribbled by the defenders and slotted a goal into the back of the net. We were thrilled! The ref blew his whistle, said it was no goal.

All of us were completely dumbfounded. We couldn’t imagine how it wouldn’t be a goal. His explanation was that the goal scorer had his socks down too low. This was both ridiculous and infuriating. Our coach went off on the ref this time and gave him a real piece of his mind. The ref then red-carded our coach and sent him off the field. At this point, we didn’t have a coach and if my memory serves me right, one or a few of the parents stepped in to fill his place. We ended up scoring again, and then had a penalty called unfairly on us once more to tie it up. I don’t remember the final outcome of that game, but later on, many people filed complaints about this ref and he was relieved from his job. Yes, this is a true story about a game against the racist ref who ended up being a more difficult opponent than the opposing team. Racism is never okay and never wins.

TLDR – I had a racist ref who called fouls against us the whole soccer game because of our African American coach. He ended up calling a goal back and throwing my coach out. We still managed to play a good game and the ref was later fired. This was a game against the racist ref.

Even a poor conversation beats silence.

Nicholas Howe,
Northhampton, MA.
Smith College

I attended a mixed-race suburban public high school in Connecticut, where I competed on both the swim team and the track team in the late 80’s. Only one member of the swim team was African American, and his race was the elephant in the room that nobody would talk about. As a result, while I recall no overtly racist incidents, a feeling of suspended tension always hung about his interactions with the rest of the team. By contrast, the track team was more racially balanced and issues of race were unavoidable. The conversation wasn’t always pretty, with plenty of teasing on all sides and probably a good deal of stereotyping as well. But the atmosphere was good-natured for the most part and certainly felt to me a whole lot more healthy than the nervous silence in the locker room by the pool.

Academically smart, Athletically ungifted

IMG_0540Ed Wang,
West Lafayette, IN.

As an Asian living in the U.S., I have been underestimated my whole life and probably will for the rest of my life. I am allowed to be smart and get good grades but I am seen as physically inferior, void of any athletic abilities. People don’t believe that I am better than them at sports until they see it with their own eyes.

Don’t Classify Sports for a Race

Jaer Medina,
8th Grade Holland New Tech High School,
Holland, MI

Tennis has been considered a “white” people sport the same as how soccer is a “Mexican” sport.
Another stereotype would be if I said all black people are good at basketball. My friend has told me why are you playing tennis? Mexicans don’t play tennis. That pushes me to actually do something in tennis to represent Mexicans not just in sports but in everything.

#HollandNewTech

Love soccer; not because I’m Mexican.

Mina Perez
Holland, MI

A lot of people think that “soccer” is just for Mexicans. But in reality soccer is for anyone to play, it doesn’t matter what color of your skin you are. People shouldn’t get judged because of their skin, because anyone who’s any color can play soccer. People don’t understand the fact that “ANYONE” can play any sport. Theirs lots of racism when people play sports. For example African Americans play basketball and people think that just that race can play but it doesn’t matter what color anyone can be better than anyone even if their not the same race. But I just want to let everyone know that if you love a sport go for it, it doesn’t matter what color or your skin.

Hated for being a white coach

Michael,
Beaumont, CA.

I was hated for being a white football coach in a nearly all black school. It didn’t matter that I had the players best interests at heart, if I had to speak to a player about his behavior I was only doing it because I was white and didn’t like black people. Many times I would have parents yell at me and call me names simply because they thought I was picking on their child. The funny thing was that they never voiced an opinion about what I may or may not have done. It was always about the fact that I was white and was only disciplining their child because he was black.
CBU HIS 311

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