Why I Watched the Super Bowl and
Don't Care About Your Judgment
1 - My family bleeds green
2 - The protest was sold
3 - I'm grown
I will start with this third point first. I'm grown and as a grown up I gonna make my own decisions, #JanetJacksonAppreciationDay. Just like I decided to begin my protest, I decided to end my protest. With the season winding down, I had already begun the internal conversation about next season and what I would do. With my team making a run for the 'ship, the protest having been sold to the lowest bidder and many hours of family time missed, I had already decided, I didn't want to continue my protest next season. The terms of the collective protest were never really clearly identified for me but my personal protest was intended to bring awareness. Bring awareness to the injustices I perceived to be happening to my community as a black woman in America. Bring awareness to the collective power of my community. And most importantly bring awareness to my option to choose.
Far too often as a woman in America I don't have a voice. Not I don't have an opinion or speak out but rather my voice is not heard. My voice is not valued, it is not given weight in America. This protest of mine as a black woman in America was my way of silently speaking loudly. In all honesty, if I don't watch a football game on Sundays my world still turns. Neilson ratings don't change because I don't have cable so my viewing isn't personally clocked. What is impacted when I choose not to watch is I don't meet friends at bars and restaurants, I don't buy food or drinks to meet at someone's house. This was where I knew the impact of me not watching would be noticed. Exactly where it needed to be...in my community. As up in arms as we get about Presidential elections and actions of Congress what moves the needle the most is the actions in our community. I feel for Sandy Hook and Trayvon's parents but what shook my world was when a police officer slammed a girl to the ground in her bikini, when a little boy was shot in the head with a rifle while in the car with his brother as they left a party. Or when I had an impromptu day off of work because a protest turned deadly. SO my protest was meant to make those near me take notice of my plight, of my life.
The second reason I decided to watch the Super Bowl was because someone decided to sell the protest to the lowest bidder. I am not here to debate my opinion on this subject. What I am here to discuss is, this is an unfortunate side effect of not having clearly defined what the point of a protest is. The Montgomery Bus Boycott was definitely about Civil Rights. However, it was clearly about being able to sit anywhere on the bus. Malcolm and Martin did not agree about how to achieve civil rights in this country but they came to the forefront with a clear and decisive outcome they were interested in achieving. It seems to me that is the organization that is missing from today's current civil rights era. Which is actually sad because with the internet and social media there is no better and easier time to organize people. Imagine if the internet had been invented when the March on Washington occurred. I believe about a quarter of a million people showed up. With the internet, it would have easily been a million. Think the women's march the day after the last Presidential inauguration.
The NFL responded to end the protests but much like the bus drivers of the Mongomery Bus boycott, I believe the NFL is just a victim of circumstance. Now the owners are a different story but the NFL as a whole was the platform used to bring awareness to push for change. They can chagne their policies, have more black and brown bodies in seats of power in their organization, allow the black and brown bodies they build million and billion dollar empires on the backs of the freedom of speech the constitution grants them but what the grand outcome of the protest was far out of their hands. I believe the big ask of this protest was to stop turning a blind eye to the pain, death and destruction systematically brought upon black and brown people in America. That is far beyond the NFL's reach even if it is not beyond their impact.
Lastly, I was BORN AND RAISED in Camden, NJ less than 5 miles from City Hall in Philadelphia. My mother once grounded me because I asked her to sign a permission slip during an Eagles game, a time when I knew she was not to be bothered. I have fond memories of going to Eagles games at the Vet and Sixers games at the Spectrum. It was a sad day when those buildings were demolished to make way for the Linc and whatever name is on the Sixers/Flyers building now. I mean it was time but...anyway. My family bleeds green. So much so if you watched the Super Bowl with us Sunday we found something green or Eagles for you to wear while you were in the house with us. At a time when adulting has taken over, Sundays during football season is a time when my family slows down and comes together. Much like the sacrifice of walking instead of taking the bus, I sacrificed (collective) family time for this protest of mine. Understand my family sees the injustices and handles them their way but much like those who still took the bus, (everybody didn't protest the Montgomery bus system) football wasn't something my family was willing to give up. So while they watched I strengthen relationships with my friends who were protesting as well. It was time well spent but I sure missed my family. And they kept me updated every Sunday as our team made a run for the 'ship.
Understand, though I was born and raised in Jersey, I now live in cowgirl country. SO to see my team excel and the cowgirls flop was one of the best times of my life. Now imagine Sunday after Sunday, not spending time with family, not out at bars with friends talking trash. IT WAS A SACRIFICE! I still talked trash but in the middle of a game to strangers who are too big for their, haven't won a ring since 1992 britches, ah, there are fewer joys in life. For the entire season, I remained steadfast in my protest and as the week before the Super Bowl approached my cousin said I should come watch the game at his house. Him, his dad, his mom and their families were all coming together to watch. This was my last time to join my family for some COLLECTIVE quality time until next season. As much as we love Basketball that's just a harder more rigorous schedule to consistently come together for. I decided it was time for my protest to end.
You see ending my protest wasn't really about watching the game. It was about seeing my uncle who is on the other side of this journey called life watch the team he grew me to love win a ring. It was witnessing my cousin sing the Eagles fight song after EVERY touchdown. It was watching the kids dance to the Trolls song (they have no idea who Justin Timberlake is and don't care if he brings sexy back...he didn't by the way). Ending my protest meant having my two teenage cousins, who are usually ghosts when I visit their house, pile on me while I sat in a chair during the game. It meant CoCo (me) getting hugs from my cousins' kids who are growing waaaayyyyy to fast. In short, ending my protest meant quality time.
I will continue to fight for the injustices I see, but for now, it will not be in protest of the NFL.