My friend Teana Boston is kind of a big deal. She’s 16 years old. And she’s already been invited to sing the national anthem at professional sports games. But recently, she wrote her own remix.
For the land of the free…
Watching this TV, the news feels like a movie.
How can this be?
But I’m not surprised…it happens everyday, lives are taken away.
But there is something about this sight. He crawled in the street, hands spread out like his feet but he was still shot in his heart. And I don’t get that part.
Boston felt compelled to write her own version of the national anthem, one that deals with race.
“I did my research on what I was really singing about, and I have to realize that it’s not the land of the free. So we have to not just say, yeah, freedom, yeah,” she said.
I’m protesting, too. I’m a cheerleader. Every Friday during football season, I’m freezing in my red and black uniform on the sidelines of the games.
Cheerleaders at James Logan High School perform at a football game.
Photo: Pablo De La Hoya/Youth Radio
Boston and I go to the same high school, James Logan in Union City, California. We took the same ethnic studies class—which made us both think hard about American history—through a black lens. We learned about suffering, and that sometimes history isn’t even history. I was 10 when Trayvon Martin was shot, and the man who killed him didn’t even go to jail.
When Colin Kaepernick started taking a knee, a lot of people thought he was being unpatriotic. But for me and the other black cheerleaders on my team, we were inspired. We saw opportunity to call attention to racial injustice. We began taking a knee, too, but the football players remain standing.
A varsity football player, Bud Laimont, told me, “Why do I stand? Because the coaches make us. And I guess it’s like, you’re just supposed to do it.”
“What do you think about the cheerleaders taking a knee?” I asked.
“Do it!” Laimont said.
Doing it is not so easy. When the announcer says it’s time to stand for the national anthem, we kneel.
When we first started doing it, the stadium was shocked.
“They found it as disrespectful. They kind of like side eyed us. But in the end I did what I did because that’s my right,” said my friend Jada McMurry.
It wasn’t just the fans who were upset. We felt the heat, even from the coaches.
“They got mad and said that we can’t be doing that. But I was like I’m still doing it. I don’t care,” McMurry said.
I think us taking a knee came as surprise to people, because a lot of people in the school think of cheerleaders as airheads. They think we’re oblivious to what’s going on in the world. But they’re wrong. I got into cheerleading because I wanted to be a role model at my high school. I didn’t expect it to turn into this very public protest. But the truth is, I experience racism. I don’t want to be treated like a criminal when I walk into a store. I don’t want to worry about my younger brother and his safety. So here was this small thing I could do to call attention to racism, and not let it go by. I questioned how I fit into the school and the sport. I decided to take a knee.