4 Officers Walk Out Of WNBA Game Over Players’ Offensive Shirts

Note: we are republishing this story, which originally made the news in July 2016. 4 off-duty officers from the Minneapolis Police Department were working security for the WNBA Lynx game when they abandoned their posts. The four saw the players’ pre-game shirts, became upset, and walked off. The players were wearing black T-shirts that had the names of

two black men who had been s**t by poIice. One name was Philando Castile.

Photo Credit: WCCO - CBS Minnesota 

Photo Credit: WCCO – CBS Minnesota

The back of the shirt was also printed, and featured a Dallas poIice badge. This was in honor of the five Dallas police officers k**Ied on the job. The back of the shirt also had the words “Black Lives Matter.” During the pre-game conference, the players explained that the shirts were made to honor and mourn the dead, and also to advocate for change. Rebekkah Brunson, while narrating her own childhood encounter with poIice who had their g*ns drawn, stated, “What is happening today is not new.” She continued, “We have decided it is important to us to take a stand and raise our voices. Racial profiling is a problem. Senseless violence is a problem.”

Photo Credit: WCCO - CBS Minnesota 

Photo Credit: WCCO – CBS Minnesota
Photo Credit: WCCO - CBS Minnesota 

Photo Credit: WCCO – CBS Minnesota

Minneapolis Mayor, Betsy Hodges, posted on Facebook; “Bob Kroll’s remarks about the Lynx are jackass remarks. Let me be clear, labor leadership inherently does not speak on behalf of management. Bob Kroll sure as hell doesn’t speak for me about the Lynx or about anything else.”

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