Snowflakes versus Hailstones is how someone described the meeting.
“A hundred years the team have had the logo!”
“It’s time for change.”
“You know nothing.”
It was heated with sulphurous debate.
“You don’t even like football.”
“The whole city is linked to cotton and slavery.”
A cup was smashed.
Then a voice, plaintive and reasonable, hushed the crowd.
“Eradicating the logo denies the heritage.”
“Yes!” I piped up, confidence rising, and continued, “It’s part of a history we must live with and learn from.”
No one heard me. The game ended a scoreless draw. Both sides feeling they had lost.
“A hundred years the team have had the logo!”
“It’s time for change.”
“You know nothing.”
It was heated with sulphurous debate.
“You don’t even like football.”
“The whole city is linked to cotton and slavery.”
A cup was smashed.
Then a voice, plaintive and reasonable, hushed the crowd.
“Eradicating the logo denies the heritage.”
“Yes!” I piped up, confidence rising, and continued, “It’s part of a history we must live with and learn from.”
No one heard me. The game ended a scoreless draw. Both sides feeling they had lost.
