It means we're not talking about the fact that on Sunday, a bunch of England 'fans' were tearing up the capital, lobbing trees about - yes trees -, and kicking the shit out of each other.
It means we're able to conveniently distance ourselves from the coked-up radgies who literally stormed Wembley stadium...
And if you think that the violence and aggression we all saw in the same space as vehement nationalism is somehow unrelated to the subsequent outpouring of racism at the Black players, then you're really need to look at that a bit closer.
But here's the thing... I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW that it's a minority of 'fans'.
I'm not an idiot.
But how is that helpful? A racist, violent minority is still racist and violent.
Yes, we should of course highlight the many wonderful people out there, offering messages of support, covering up racist graffiti, and not sending racist tweets after drinking all of the Carling.
But constantly highlighting that it's a minority or that there's some hacking going on just means that we have plausible deniability.
And that means we don't have to do anything.
So I don't want to hear "it's only a few racist idiots" or any of that crap.
Because that's still a lot of racist idiots.
And those racist idiots are still coaching our kids, treating our wounds, teaching in our schools, serving us our food... and running the country.
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This is a pathetically stupid argument that I'm really tired of hearing. Of course it's not going to stop racist idiots doing their little racisms. But it is a gesture that sends a message that this team, this group, will not stand for it.
And that's really important for a lot of people who feel they can be part of supporting this team in a post-John-Terry-shouting-racial-slurs-on-camera-with-no-discernable-consequences era.
If you accidentally smash someone in the face, completely by accident, what do you do?
I'm pretty sure most people would apologise. You'd see if the person was okay.
You might well try to explain that it was an accident, that you didn't mean it... that's fair enough...
But that doesn't mean you didn't just smash someone in the face. You still hurt them, even if unintentionally.
There's still blood.
So you might even think about what it was that you were doing that ended up with you smashing someone in the face.
You might consider whether its a good idea to keep doing it, or if you might do things a different way to avoid smashing people in the face in future...
Apprently there is no institutional racism in the UK. But there must be SOME explanation for the clearly evident racial disparity that shows up in all aspects of our lives...
I mean, any right-minded individual would agree that racial disparity does exist... healthecare, education, the criminal justice system... basically everywhere.
But if institutional racism doesn't exist in the UK, you must have another explanation?
Was supposed to do a thing yesterday, but ended up not being able to do it. But then I wrote down some of the things I would have probably said....
Sport and politics have always been deeply intertwined. Sport has, and continues to be, a powerful vehicle for social change.
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Athletes have played no small part in keeping the conversation about racism and racial inequality fixed at the front of our minds amid the distractions - and make no mistake, they are just that - of Fawlty Towers, toppling statues, and Rule Britannia.
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Millions tuned in to see the Premier League and the NBA as sport finally made its comeback. And those millions were to be reminded, night after night, through quiet, peaceful protests and messages on shirts, that Black Lives still Matter and that we haven't forgotten about that.
I've been thinking about an exchange I had recently on twitter. I've been thinking about it a lot and I have to say it: I am hugely disappointed.
I'm disappointed in how the conversation ended, yes, but it reflected something bigger that I've been dwelling on for a while.
Before I begin, I should say that I am entirely comfortable with the discomfort of being in predominantly white spaces - spaces in which I am the only black face, or at least, one of very few. I'm completely used to it.