When the World Cup arrives this summer, we’ll see a common banner lining every pitch. One that reads “SAY NO TO RACISM.” As a young American, this seems a relatively dated sentiment, but a friend more savvy to the international scene explained it to me: international soccer offers racial tension a passionate arena to catch flame, and all kinds of race resentment is tied into a country’s national pastime. These already intense matches become entwined with the immensely heated conflict of color, and feverish support of one’s team only fuels the anger. So the banners seem a sad necessity in a twenty-first century still dealing with the ignorance of the past, and it’s this awareness that motivates Invictus. A story that appraises race relations as the simple matter they can be at heart, while ignoring the complex creature they truly are.