A Note from the Authors
Like our first coauthored novel, Why We Fly was inspired by real events. In late 2016, a number of athletes took a knee during the playing of the national anthem to protest racial injustice and police brutality. Colin Kaepernick was among the earliest activists to take this action, though he was soon joined by others, including the players of the Womens National Basketball Associations Indiana Fever and Megan Rapinoe of the National Womens Soccer League. As more players in the NFL and other leagues began to protest, controversy ensued.
One particular story caught our attention. The Kennesaw State college cheer team knelt during the anthem, motivated by and in support of Kaepernick. Shortly after we saw a local news story, Kim met some members of the team at a protest march and was struck by their determination and bravery.
Many of the athletes we mentioned suffered negative consequences for speaking up: they were fined by their leagues, lost scholarships, were removed from their place on teams, or even had their careers cut short. As we reflected on the history of athletes and activism, we realized athletes who speak up for what they believe have long paid a priceespecially those who are among the first to take a stand.
Today, the photo of John Carlos and Tommie Smith raising the Black power fist at the 1968 Olympics is an iconic symbol of protest. However, at the time, they, too, paid a price for their activism. They were stripped of their medals, sent home by the United States Olympic Committee in disgrace, and struggled to maintain a career in their sport for many years. Australian athlete Peter Norman, who stood on the podium with Carlos and Smith and supported their action, was ostracized in his home country. His record-breaking performance was overlooked, he was not selected to compete in the 1972 Olympics, and decades later, he was not welcomed to the 2000 Summer Olympics in Sydney.
With all of these significant moments in sports and cultural history swirling in our heads, we decided to tell the story of two friends on a high school cheerleading team who choose to kneel during the anthem. We wanted to explore the impact such an action might have on the characters lives and their friendship.
We had completed an early draft of this novel and were deep in the editing process during the summer of 2020 when a powerful wave of demands for social justice swept through the country. That summer changed many things, including the official stance of the NFL on athletes who kneel during the national anthem. National sentiment seemed to be shifting toward a more supportive posture. We were faced with a dilemma: Do we incorporate that changing sentiment into Why We Fly ?
Standing up for what you believe is always a brave choiceparticularly when many in the public square would prefer you to shut up and play. In order to honor the athlete-activists who, throughout history, have stood up even when their actions were not lauded, we decided to set the book during 2019. We wanted to examine and reflect on what it was like before that historic summer when the mood shifted, when leagues all over America paused to protest police brutality and injustice, when athletes powerful voices rose together and impacted society. We hope our readers will continue to examine the effect activism has had on athletes lives and careers before, during, and beyond the impactful summer of 2020.
And to John, Tommie, and Peter, Lee Evans, Larry James, and Ron Freeman, Colin and Megan, Eric Reid, Brandon Marshall, JT Brown, Gwen Berry, Maya Moore, Billie Jean King, Seth DeValve, Bruce Maxwell, Zach Banner and Julian Edelman, the New York Liberty, the WNBA, and the Milwaukee Bucks, and countless other athletes at every level from professional to high school whove stood up for what they believewere inspired by your courage and your tenacity. This ones for you.
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Contents
For my sister Audra, who has always been my biggest fan.
K. J.
For Maryann, who is the rarest of friends.
G. S.
1
Eleanor
I. Will. Fly. Again.
Every word is a squat, and every squat is a word. The mantra keeps me going, balancing on the stability ball as my physical therapist, Elliot, counts reps. That promise to myself holds my back straight and my hands steepled in front of me, even as my thighs burn and my knees shake.
I. Will. Fly. Again.
Every part of me hurts. I cant squatnot even one more timeand I think a headache might be starting. I want to stop. I need to stop. But Elliot is still counting.
Eight more, Leni, he says. Come on, you got this!
I absolutely have not got this. He knows it. I can tell by the tight line of his mouth, the way he edges a step closer in case he needs to catch me before I fall. Elliots been with me since the start, so he knows the signs. Though it happened all the time when I first began PT, its been months since a bout of dizziness sent me off the ball. Elliot and I joke that I need one of those construction-site signs: 72 DAYS SINCE LAST WORKPLACE ACCIDENT. But whos counting? I mean, besides me. And Elliot. He probably charts every spill, slip, and stumble.
I am so not messing up my clean slate today.
Because.
Five .
I.
Four .
Will.
Three .
Fly.
Two .
Again.
One .
Okay, thatll do it. Elliots hand is in mine, helping me down from the stability ball. He holds on until hes sure Im steady, but it takes me another few seconds to feel ready to let go. Hopefully, he doesnt notice. One thing Elliot doesnt know about me is how good I am at faking it, and its best if we keep it that way.
So, El. I sip water from my CamelBak bottle. It was super expensivealmost forty dollars at REIbut its got a straw. I learned early on that throwing back my head after PT to guzzle water equals lightning-strike brain pain. How close are we?
How close am I is what I mean, but Elliot likes to tell me were in this together. He said it during our intro PT session, after the first fall. He promised he wasnt giving up on me when I had to come back after the second fall, when the doctors started throwing around phrases like prone to concussions and career-ending.