There was a time—not that long ago—when art, music, theater, and sports brought people together. These were our common escape from the insanity of politics and division. But now? Every performance risks being hijacked by some overpaid, self-obsessed narcissist using their spotlight to shout political slogans instead of doing the job they’re paid handsomely to do. Want a history lesson in how it should be done? Look no further than Jesse Owens—the ultimate class act. In 1936, he walked into Nazi Germany, stood in front of Adolf Hitler and a roaring crowd cheering for the so-called “master race,” and then systematically dismantled their propaganda by winning four Olympic gold medals. No protests. No drama. Just raw American excellence that shut down racism and fascism with a pair of track shoes. Owens didn’t need a microphone—he had greatness. He didn’t throw tantrums, kneel, or scream about injustice. He let his performance do the talking and humiliated Hitler in his own backyard. Tha...