The staff member looked at the registration form and looked at a loss. He had never encountered such a situation before. The competition with the personal best performance written on the registration form turned out to be the Disabled Track and Field Classic!
"Disabled Track and Field Classic? What kind of competition is this?" The staff member thought of this, raised his head and looked at Philip, then pointed to the place on the registration form that read "Tran Disabled Track and Field Classic" and asked : "Did you fill it in wrongly?"
Phillip lowered his head to confirm and said, "It's not wrong."
"Is this competition only accessible to people with disabilities?" the staff member then confirmed.
"Yes, only disabled people can participate." Philip replied.
"So you are a disabled person?" the staff member asked tentatively.
"Yes, I am disabled. I lost my feet and rely on prosthetic limbs to walk." Philip replied honestly.
"You don't have feet?" Although the staff knew this was very impolite behavior, he still looked down at Phillip's feet, and then he looked at the registration form again.
"Barron Phillip, lost both feet, I remembered, I remembered who he was!" The staff member suddenly raised his head and said with a surprised look on his face: "You are the Blade Runner from Los Angeles!"
"I have such a nickname," replied Philip.
"It's really you!" After the staff confirmed Phillip's identity, the look of surprise on his face became more and more obvious. He asked: "Are you here to sign up? Are you sure you want to participate? This is terrible. This is not a game for people with disabilities!”
"I know this is the selection event for the World Athletics Championships, so I need parameters." Philip said solemnly.
"Crazy! It's crazy!" the staff muttered.
"What? Is there any problem with my registration?" Phillip asked.
"This, I don't know, I really don't know, I have never encountered this kind of thing. Sorry, Mr. Philip, regarding your registration, I have to look down on my superiors!" After the staff member finished speaking, he picked up the Phillip's registration form walked outside, and he kept mumbling: "Crazy, this world is so crazy!"
…
Lopez, the tournament steward, looked at the registration form with an exaggerated expression.
"Disabled athletes? What do you mean, do you think this is the Paralympic Games?" Lopez snorted coldly, put down the registration form, and continued: "This is making trouble, pure making trouble!"
"Mr. Lopez, should we accept his registration?" the staff asked.
"Are you kidding? This is the selection competition for the World Championships, the highest level track and field meet in the United States. Are you going to turn this competition into a Paralympic Games? Are you going to let the strongest athletes in the United States let those' Flying Man', competing on the same stage with a disabled person?" Lopez continued firmly: "Reject his registration!"
"Okay, sir, but on what grounds should we reject him?" the staff asked subconsciously.
Lopez curled his lips contemptuously: "It doesn't matter for any reason. We are the organizers of the competition and we have the right to refuse any athlete to participate in the competition!"
…
"Mr. Philip, I'm very sorry, you can't participate in our competition." The staff returned the registration form to Philip.
"Why?" Philip took the registration form and asked: "Did I fill it out somewhere that does not meet the standards? I can modify it now."
"It's not a matter of filling out the registration form, it's that you don't meet our registration conditions." The staff member said coldly.
"Where do I fail? My scores have already met the minimum requirements to register for the qualifying competition! Or do you have doubts about the authenticity of my scores? You can check this. My scores are absolutely true." Phillip said.
"It's not a question of grades." The staff member shook his head.
"Why exactly? Is it because I am a disabled person? But your competition rules do not say that disabled people cannot sign up!" Philip looked a little annoyed.
The staff did not answer directly. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing and taking the blame, so he simply said: "Mr. Philip, you do not meet our registration conditions. It was decided by our event organizing committee. If you think there is a problem, you can contact us." Appeal to the competition organizing committee!”
Phillip shook his head disdainfully, picked up the registration form, turned around and walked out.
In the coffee shop not far away, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Dai Li saw Phillip walking toward the coffee shop with an unkind expression.
Phillip walked into the coffee shop and sat down opposite Dai Li. He slammed the registration form on the table angrily and said angrily: "They really rejected my registration!"
"Is it because you are disabled?" Dai Li asked calmly.
"They didn't say it clearly." Phillip took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"It doesn't matter whether it's clear or not. As long as they don't allow you to sign up, then we should let Steven do the work. Having said that, Steven is also a very responsible agent." Dai Li said, taking out his mobile phone. While lowering his head to find Steven's number, he continued: "I'll call Steven and ask him to contact the media and the disability protection agency. You should also quickly send a tweet on Twitter. I believe you. Those supporters will be the first to know about the unfair treatment you have encountered."
…
"Hey, Marshall, I'm Steven, how are you doing lately... You should have heard of 'Blade Runner' Barron Phillip's name, right? Yes, that's the disabled athlete who lost his legs. I have it here You will definitely be interested in some news related to him! He plans to participate in the competition of normal people! Yes, a disabled person wants to participate in the competition of normal people! "
"What? Isn't this news shocking enough? Marshall, don't worry, listen to what I have to say. Philip is indeed going to participate in a normal competition, and he also reached the competition expression, but he was rejected by the organizer !”
"Of course, it's because he is a disabled person! No, no, no, there are no restrictions on the parameters of disabled people in the competition rules. Isn't it ironic that a disabled person tries hard to be like a normal person, but he is unfairly treated Treat. So, Marshall, Philip needs you, we need reporters like you who are full of a sense of justice... "
Steven ended the call with the reporter and dialed the number of a disability protection organization.
"Hello, Mr. Powell, I'm Steven, the agent of Barron Phillip, a disabled athlete. Yes, that's the 'Blade Runner'. I feel very honored that you know him! That's right, We need your help… ”
"Mr. Dimon, what I said is absolutely true. The organizer really rejected Philip's participation. This is discriminating against people with disabilities! We need the help of controversial people like you. And if you are willing to help us, it will also be helpful to you. Helpful, as far as I know, one fifth of the people in your constituency are disabled, and they will definitely vote for candidates who are willing to help people with disabilities... "
After a series of more than a dozen calls, Steven finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hurry up and make a fuss. The bigger the fuss, the better. The whole world will know about the best fuss. In that case, we may get a lot more advertising endorsements!"
…
Two California State University college students were walking toward the classroom.
"It's so lively over there at the stadium. There are so many people gathered there." One person said.
"I heard that there is a competition, it is the qualifiers for the World Athletics Championships. I heard that many big-name athletes are coming to participate." Another person said.
"No wonder, so many people gathered there. Look, they seem to be holding signs. Are they here to support the athletes?"
"Huh? They are really holding up signs. I remember the game won't start until tomorrow. Why are the cheerleaders here today? Whose supporters are these? They are so enthusiastic. For those who don't know, I thought it was a group protesting. !”
"Are they protesting? It really looks like they are protesting... Wait, look carefully, they are protesting!"
It was relatively easy to distinguish between protests and star-chasing fans. After taking a closer look, the two men could tell that the people gathered in front of the stadium were a group of protestors.
"Let's go over and see what they are protesting against!" the two said, approaching the protesting crowd.
The two walked closer and found that many of the protestors were disabled.
“Protest against disability discrimination!”
“Disabled people should not be treated unfairly!”
“Protect the rights of people with disabilities!”
One by one, eye-catching slogans came into their eyes.
…
A large group of disabled people with crutches and wheelchairs holding signs to protest is indeed a very eye-catching thing. Disabled people are a vulnerable group everywhere, leaving half of their arms and half of their legs hanging out. Outside, even doing nothing can attract a large number of sympathetic eyes.
Next to the window, Lopez opened the blinds a crack and looked out at the protesting crowd.
"What happened? I rejected that 'Blade Runner' entry in the morning, and someone came to protest this afternoon. This must have been premeditated!" Lopez was already in a very bad mood at this time.
Suddenly, Lopez saw several people carrying cameras and microphones appearing in the crowd.
"It's a reporter! The protestors have only been here for less than half an hour. Why are reporters here? When did these reporters move so fast! It's not going to be easy if reporters intervene."
While Lopez was thinking about it, he saw a black car driving from a distance and then stopped near the crowd. A blond man got out of the car.
"That man is Dimon, a Republican Party worker! He seems to be planning to run for city council. Why is he here... Oops!" Lopez suddenly realized something.
"I seem to have been tricked by that 'Blade Runner'!" Lopez muttered to himself.