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With the World Cup being played across North America, including matches in American cities, an old question has resurfaced.

Should Iranian players be welcomed into the United States to compete?

Reports indicate that Iranian players were cleared to participate, while some team officials and support personnel faced visa denials amid allegations of political or security concerns. The arguments came quickly — national security, diplomacy, protest, propaganda, and fairness.

Those are real conversations. But sports have always carried another conversation beneath the noise. A more human one.

History reminds us that competition has sometimes done what politics could not.

Consider South Africa.

In 1995, after decades of apartheid, Nelson Mandela walked onto the Rugby World Cup stage wearing the Springbok jersey — a symbol many Black South Africans had once viewed with pain and suspicion. For one brief, unforgettable moment, the jersey became bigger than the past. A divided nation glimpsed itself as one people.

Consider the Miracle on Ice.

In 1980, at the height of the Cold War, a group of young American hockey players defeated the Soviet Union. It did not end the Cold War. It did not change nuclear policy. But for one night, the battlefield was ice, the weapons were skates, and the final score spoke louder than fear.

Consider Escape to Victory.

Yes, it was Hollywood. Allied prisoners facing their Nazi captors in a soccer match. But the movie worked because the idea was true, even if the story was polished for the screen: there is something deeply human about refusing to let hatred have the final word.

And then history gives us the exclamation point. The Christmas Truce of 1914.

British and German soldiers climbed out of the trenches, exchanged greetings, sang songs, buried their dead, and, according to many accounts, kicked soccer balls across No Man’s Land.

Imagine that.

Frozen mud. Smoke in the air. Young men ordered to kill each other suddenly remembered how to play. For one impossible moment, humanity interrupted war. That is the part of sports worth protecting. Not because sports are pure. They are not. Not because politics never enter the stadium. They do. But because athletics may be one of the last remaining places where enemies can meet without becoming less human. America should understand that.

We have had nearly 250 years to practice the idea that people do not have to agree to share a country.

In Rancho Cordova, one of the most diverse communities in the nation, that idea is not a theory. It shows up at parks, schools, gyms, and fields.

A Russian soccer player can pass the ball to a Ukrainian teammate.
A Pakistani setter can loft a perfect assist to an Indian hitter.
A Muslim coach can high-five a Christian kid.
An immigrant family can cheer beside a military veteran.

And, like a New York subway car after a Knicks playoff win, strangers who disagree on everything can still find one chant, one rhythm, one shared burst of joy before the doors open and everyone disappears back into the city.

That is not naive. That is civilization. So, what if Americans decided to be truly American?

What if we allowed differing ideologies to breathe without demanding that every field become another front line?

What if, while some groups planned their taunts, their turned backs, and their cruel signs, a section of good old boys from middle Missouri stood up and cheered for Iranian players — not because they support Iran’s regime, but because they recognize human beings trapped beneath it?

What would that say to the Iranian teenager watching from Tehran? What would it say to the mother who has been told America is the boogeyman? Would it change geopolitics overnight? No.

But it might plant a seed. And history suggests seeds matter.

A handshake matters.
A cheer matters.
A jersey matters.
A ball rolling across No Man’s Land matters.

Sports will not save the world.

But sometimes, for one match, one whistle, one impossible moment, sports can remind the world what peace is supposed to look like.