High school.
Ignorant dudes on my football team fighting weekly over which part of the plantation they grew up on. When the racist football coach decided to discipline ALL OF US no matter if we were involved or not, I called a meeting and said let’s quit. They can’t win without us. These goofies rather do that torture (rolling 100 yards in kerosine) than take a stand.
I was a D1 level blue chip talent going into my senior year. I was featured in a National Coca Cola sponsored scouting magazine. That was it for my football career. Benched my senior year.
Took a stand for my people and no one had my back. Do you know how much that hurt? I was depressed for 2 years.