I spent an earlier chapter of my life not as someone who played basketball, but as someone whose entire identity was structured and defined by being a basketball player. Basketball was my special pass-card that allowed me into the zone of black America, a realm that didn’t belong to me.

Kony has been the way in for millions, let him be the way out.

“How can you watch people die in the streets?” “You don’t look, you close your eyes.”