Racism at the Olympics

time the International Olympics rolls around, I want to believe in it. I want to partake in it from afar and cheer this idea of humanity coming together in the spirit of sportsmanship. I know it’s a cliché. When it’s the Winter Olympics, I am mesmerized; I can watch the graceful ice skating for hours. To me, Sasha Cohen is poetry in motion. Her gentle elegance and poise are indeed poetry for the eyes. In the Summer Olympics, those gymnasts, whose moves seem to defy physics and straddle a line between gravity and magic, are simply breathtaking. And those Olympic swimmers, flashing by like fish in the sea, are a wonder. Although the Olympics are tinged by the morally depraved 1936 Nazi propaganda. And although […]