Why I Won’t Hate Racist White Boys

Should I have spoken up when my teammates used that word?

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MMan, I was tired. Tired from running up and down soccer fields in Poughkeepsie like a madman, chasing boy after boy, ball after ball. I was 13, and it was my ability to run, paired with unrestrained aggression, that had earned me a spot on the team. But on that day —…