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If I were an NBA athlete, the following would be my love letter to you Michele.
Where have you been our love? Where has been this fire so strong of thee? Where has been this commitment that we’ve needed to represent such a purposefully muted voice? A voice of us knowing fully what it is to be shunned, criminalized, sexualized, objectified, bamboozled and run amok? We’ve been together for a year now, and we’d like to congratulate you on your success over that time. As the first Black woman (let alone woman in general) to lead any major sport player union, we need your love; we need your strength; we most definitely need your courage to galvanize our ranks, and take us into the next era where our beloved soul rock soul will be seen on more TV’s across the world.