They simply have to develop the will to do so. But experience and research show they can change fan behavior. Sports owners can’t change the minds of committed racists.
“The perpetrator interfered with your civil rights, including your right to use public parks, walk on public streets, attend school, or live peacefully in your home.“The perpetrator targeted you because of your race, national origin, religion, age, sexual orientation, gender, gender identity, or disability or protected activity (for example, the right to vote or the right to associate).
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The owners of the venues and the teams have evaded full responsibility for ensuring that their stadia are safe environments for all people.Īccording to a publication of the Massachusetts attorney general’s office, “Your rights may have been violated if: That is, it’s hard to believe we would not find at least some civil rights victimizations that have gone unreported. If we look in earnest, one suspects we would find at least some Black fans who would testify that that racialized treatment kept them at home. But we can just look around our stadia and see that Black fans are not there. I am not aware of any comprehensive review into whether the n-word has intimidated specific Black fans into feeling “they do not belong.” We do not know if specific management practices make specific Black people feel “they do not belong,” because we never have investigated. Our response to hate crimes can send a powerful message that these crimes will not be tolerated.” The attorney general’s web site says, “Along with the impact on individual victims, hate crimes send a message to members of groups that they do not belong, or will be hurt because they are perceived as different. It is a word like no other in the English language. One day, this war too will be but a memory, he thought, and come then he would share a toast with his friends to the tune of Isolde's bow.To the first objection, one argues that history has weaponized the n-word. Xeven, enjoying a strong drink as he was wont to do, closed his eyes and reflected back on the night he had all but known would be his last. The evening before the Battle of Castrum Lacus Litore, Stanik entreated Isolde to play the same melody for old times' sake. It was Isolde, bending her bowstring to play an old Bozjan folk tune─their sister-in-arms had returned, and she had brought reinforcements with her. Our fight ends here─the two men said to themselves, when a hauntingly beautiful melody rang out through the air. As dawn began to break, they heard in the distance an imperial officer barking the order that would herald their impending doom. Gazing up at the moon for what they thought would be the last time, they sat together and waited for the inevitable. Stanik and Xeven, however, now found themselves alone and entirely at their foe's mercy─it was only a matter of time before their enemy closed in and finished them off once and for all. Knowing they faced total eradication otherwise, Stanik and Xeven entrusted their wounded men to Isolde, then engaged in a diversionary attack, which succeeded in confusing the imperials, and thus buying much-needed time for her escape.
In the end, however, the Garleans' sheer firepower proved too much to overcome. Surrounded on all sides, the three fought bravely, expertly employing the rocks, the trees─even the corpses of their ill-fated countrymen as a defensive wall against their foe. Stanik, Xeven, and Isolde succeeded in uniting with the surviving troops, but were ambushed on their return by Albeleo and his regiment, who sought to take advantage of the situation by picking off the Bozjans in their weakened state. Knowing his men stood no chance against the Empire's might in a face-to-face conflict, Bajsaljen ordered a full retreat from the outpost, dispatching his three most trusted lieutenants to cover those in flight. It was here the Bozjan Resistance mustered their forces in secret at Volod, until one day when they were unceremoniously rooted out by the imperial army. It is said that on clear days when the wind was still, nary a ripple would form on the lake's surface, which would reflect the bright sun and majestic blue of the skies above. Those well versed in Old Bozjan will know that, just as Lacus Litore means “lakeside” in the language of the Empire, Igalj Kelo means “mirror of water” in that ancient tongue. Our tale takes us back to some moons before the Battle of Castrum Lacus Litore, to the western shores of Igalj Kelo.
Stanik the Unwavering, Xeven the Vengeful, and Isolde the Eagle-eye: these three brave souls─their corporeal forms twisted and warped beyond comprehension─continue to dutifully serve their queen as an odious amalgamation possessed of unholy martial and magical power.
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