"The baby you abOrtEd could've cured cancer."
So could the women you kept in the kitchen, denied education, autonomy, and basic human rights. You didn't care about them either.
The WNBA said expansion was coming.
New teams and New cities and New hope. More room for college players who deserved a chance, A real roster spot. A real shot at staying.
So when the Valkyries were announced,
A new team with bold branding and fresh energy,People believed this could be that team. A place where players like Shyanne Sellers wouldn’t just get drafted, but belong.
She wasn’t the flashiest name in the draft.But she was solid. Respected.
She came from the system the W said they wanted to protect, which was college talent slipping through the cracks.
But now? The Valkyries’ roster looks nothing like the promise. Majority foreign. It’s international. It’s global but it’s … not what people expected.
And Shyanne? Drafted, then cut. No real runway. No real chance. Just another talented college player told “thanks, but no thanks.”…Again. This isn’t about gatekeeping. It’s not “us vs. them.” It’s about what was said. What was promised.
Expansion was supposed to protect domestic talent, Not push it further out.
When the league says it’s fighting for more roster space,more draft chances, more paths, and then a whole new team is built in a way that ignores that? It hits different.
Shyanne Sellers deserved better.
So do a lot of college players sitting at home right now, watching rosters get filled with names they’ve never played beside, and wondering what they were working toward. This isn’t bitterness. It’s grief. For a dream the W sold and quietly rewrote.
My favorite part of resurrection is when they went back and didn’t find Jesus where they left him!! Don’t let NOBODY find you where they left you. Elevate! He got up! You can too! Nothing is too hard for my God!
This evening, I was honored to accept the NAACP’s Chairman’s Award.
I grew up inspired by the work of the NAACP — by all those who took up the fight for justice, equality, and opportunity. Their example is part of the reason I chose a life of public service.
At this moment, people around our nation see the flames on our horizons, the rising waters in our cities, the shadows gathering over our democracy, and ask, “What do we do now?”
We know exactly what to do. Like those who forged the NAACP and those who carried its legacy forward, we use our power. We organize, mobilize, educate, and advocate.
Not because it’s easy, but because it’s necessary. Because the fight is worth it.
This chapter in our American story will be written not by whoever occupies the Oval Office, nor by the wealthiest among us.
The American story will be written by we, the people.