As of this writing, we are going through a time of turmoil in which roves of predatory hooligans roam the streets of some of our largest cities in the name of social injustice, whatever that means. In light of all this, there are some questions that need to be asked. The questions that will be asked on this post are relatively rhetorical and are meant to get you to think, especially if you are a member of the Apostles of Blackness and believe that black folks are systemically targeted for oppression.
1. Why is it we need to have discussions about race only after an incident in which a black person meets an unfortunate end at the hands of a white person (usually a police officer)?
2. Why do we feel that black folks are experts in anything racist? I mean, just choose any black person and chances are that person “understands” the strife, suffering, and persecution that is ingrained in racism.
3. How is is that white folks can be racist but black folks (as well as other non-white groups) can’t?
4. Why do we continue to hold America accountable for its past sins but refuse to hold other nations for transgressions they continue to commit at the present?
5. Why do black folks get upset at “cultural appropriation” from white folks but are silent when this appropriation comes from their own ranks?
Make sure to use an open mind when you read through each question and leave your feelings out of it. Be honest with yourself and you may find yourself answering the questions correctly…and uncomfortably.
Earlier this week (August 11, 2020), the Democratic nominee for President of the United States of America, Joe Biden, announced that present California State Senator and former California Attorney General, Kamala Harris, would be his running mate. I wasn’t at all surprised at his choice as he had hinted at picking a black woman as his running mate almost as soon as he was picked as the candidate for his party. The liberal Dems seem overjoyed at Kamala being the pick to run for ol’ Joe because they have deemed themselves the champions of blacks and women’s rights, so Biden, in their eyes, couldn’t have chosen a better candidate.
Before I go any further, let me state that I am not a race man, as I believe we are all created in the image of Almighty God, albeit we are not all His children (John 1:12). I find the modern discussions on race as a means to explain what is going on in this crazy world of ours both old and tedious. I have grown weary of folks yelling “Racist!” at every white person who “victimizes” a black person in some tragic circumstance but have no criticism if the situation were flipped. Don’t get me wrong, there are racists in this beloved country of ours, but I believe they are relatively rare and I believe racism isn’t a major problem in the US. As I have stated beforehand, I won’t say I don’t see color, but your skin color is as far as I’ll go. I often find myself talking about race basically because everyone else does. I look forward to the day when we will stop looking at the world through the lens of race and judge each other “not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”
Anyway, let me be straightforward – Kamala Harris is not black, as her mother is a full-blooded, red-dot Indian and her father is of white and black descent. I know folks want to throw around the “one-drop rule”, but I think that’s a man-made concept, not an actual one; if that’s the case, a lot of folks who think they’re white are actually black. Also, for someone of mixed race, the race rule could go either way. Some folks don’t know what to think of people who have a white parent and a black one; are they black or are they white? Try this one: They’re human!
Anyway, Joe Biden knew what he was doing in his choice of Harris. Having been the runner-up to one Barack Obama has helped Joe prepare for this moment, Obama being the product of a white parent and a black one. Mr. Obama wasn’t one to shy away from his black side and he would play it up to his advantage. Not only was he the liberal Democrats’ darling, the mere fact he had a little more melanin in his skin than the average President meant his supporters would be willing to defend him from any criticism, be it about his ears to his policies. Anyone who was “stupid” enough to speak negative of Saint Obama was labeled as racist.
Kamala Harris represents the best of two worlds and JB knows it, because with Harris he gets Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton in one package. If the din of criticism gets too loud, Harris’ supporters can chalk it up to her critics being either racist or misogynist.
So, folks, don’t be fooled because the choice of Kamala Harris as Vice President is, in my opinion, a planned strategy. I seriously believe that Joe Biden’s supporters aren’t too confident about his chances of winning in November, but his pick of Harris is sure to bring in the black and women votes in an effort to (try to) knock off the “racist/misogynistic” Donald Trump. Also, if Joe pitches forward (my slang for “passes away”) anytime soon, the Dems can brag that they have the first “black” woman to sit as President in the White House.
Many folks refer to black conservatives as “tools” and “tokens,” but I think the only tool and token is a supposed black woman running as Joe Biden’s running mate.
Take care of yourselves and I’ll see you on the rebound.
As of July 13, 2020, the NFL has lost one of its fans, that fan being me. For so long, I have held out, but recent events have proven too much for me. I’ve been an avid football fan since the 1980s, albeit I was a Dolphins’ fan for a little longer. To me, the eighties were the peak of the NFL’s success; I was hooked in and I was especially delighted when the Dolphins made it to Super Bowl XVII to face off against the Washington Redskins, a team water bound mammals had vanquished on the same stage a decade earlier. Being a resident of the Washington, DC/Metro Area, it wasn’t hard to look up to see signs of loyalty from the area’s residents for their beloved team. Back then, there was no thought about the Redskins’ name or logo as you could see bumper stickers, flags, or any other paraphernalia displaying the area’s choice for Super Bowl champions. I was somewhat the odd man out because in DC, you were either a Redskins’ or Cowboys’ fan and I was a fan of neither. However, my love for the NFL was on the rise at the time and the eighties, in my humble opinion, was it’s greatest era.
As all of my fellow NFL fans already know, the end of Super Bowl XVII saw the Miami Dolphins being treated for the injuries inflicted on them by John Riggins’ cleats as the Dolphins lost 27-17. It was the most painful Super Bowl I had to sit through, but the D-men lost fair and square. Two seasons later, I would relive that pain as my beloved, Marino-led aquatic mammals from South Beach got trounced in Super Bowl XIX by the San Francisco 49ers, 38-16.
Throughout the rest of the eighties and all through the nineties, I would cling to the hope that my beloved Dolphins would eventually make it back to the Super Bowl, but lacking a good ground game and defense, that would be a tall order and after a 62-7 drubbing by some ferocious felines from the Jacksonville, FL area (and Dan Marino’s subsequent retirement), the tropic- dwelling cetaceans have found it rather difficult to relive their glory days. Although my favorite team has sucked lemons (hey, they do reside in the Land of Citrus), I remained a staunch NFL fan. Generally, the games are some of the most exciting in all of sports and watching opposing teams going at it against one another has been one of the biggest thrills of my life. Although my favorite team wouldn’t make it to the Big Dance, I would still look forward to the beginning of each season and make my guess as to who would play in the biggest and final game of the season. Among other things, the NFL was one of my biggest escapes from the daily turmoil that saturates this beloved world of ours.
I first noticed the signs sometime in the nineties, although I don’t know exactly when. Certain powers-that-be started the process of swirling rumors about offenses to the name “Redskins” as it was reported certain indigenous tribes felt the name was disrespectful to their heritage. Before then, I would be willing to bet, no one had given a thought to as to whether the moniker was offensive or not. Not long afterwards, the controversy seemingly died down, but the embers would continue to smolder for several years until some “woke” SJWs decided to pour an accelerant over the glowing mess to ignite a conflagration that’s going to be very hard to exterminate. However, I’m getting a little ahead of myself, so let me descend back to the surface of the planet I like to call Earth.
The next sign I noticed that my beloved bastion of football franchises was taking a step into the wrong direction was the Super Bowl halftime shows, which I believe have been declining in quality since the 80’s, when the shows were still somewhat family friendly. Now, the shows are nothing more than raunchy, politically-correct, rock concerts which I would be ashamed to allow my children to watch. We all remember the “wardrobe malfunction” incident involving Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake and many of us believe that was when the halftime shows started their nosedive. However, I watched the concert leading up to the incident and it had been somewhat of a slut show up until that moment.
Then, there was the Super Bowl L halftime show featuring the black goddess, Beyonce, aka, Sasha Fierce, who wiggled her overweight and scantily-clad tail (and nearly took an embarrassing tumble) in protest to so-called police brutality that is supposedly directed at the black community, which is one of the biggest myths of our day.
In 2016 (one year after Beyonce’s Super Bowl routine), the single event that I believe accelerated the spread of venomous politics through the sports world’s circulatory system was an incident that occurred during the NFL preseason that year. A once-respected quarterback named Colin Kaepernick, a man who at one time led his team to the Super Bowl and nearly won the thing, took it upon himself to kneel during the singing of the National Anthem, stating that he couldn’t stand for the flag of a country that “oppresses black people.” When Kaep did that, he opened up a virtual Pandora’s box of poisonous social issues that, in my opinion, will take the sport’s industry a long time (if ever) to recover from.
In light of all this, I wanted to ignore all the politics to concentrate on the sport of football itself. I loved the sport so much, I was willing to ignore all the politics and I even had a friend or two on Facebook advise me I needed to drop the NFL; however, being the “freethinking person who marches to the beat of his own drum” type of person I am, I decided to stick to my guns.
However, fast-forwarded several years later, two incidents would push me over my limits. The first would involve the announcement of the singing of “Lift Every Voice and Sing” (the so-called black National Anthem) before every game the first week of the season; this incident prompted me to climb the proverbial fence and teeter on the top. Then came the announcement that the owner of the team formerly known as the Washington Redskins was changing their name. Several years earlier, Dan Snyder had declared he wasn’t changing the name of the iconic football team, but in light of recent incidents involving the supposed racist killings of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, and George Floyd, Snyder decided to give in to the “woke” community to give them what they wanted. Rumor has it that Snyder wanted to tear down the old RFK Stadium in DC (the Redskins’ old home) to have it replaced with a new stadium and the powers-that-be informed him he couldn’t do so unless he changed his teams name, most especially FedEx and Amazon. My guess is that the move was a financial one and Mr. Snyder gave in because he cares more about the bottom line than he does for his fans.
My guess is that folks think the name “Redskins” is similar to the “N”-word, but I digress.
As an owner, a person can do whatever he wants with his franchise and I have no problem with that; the Houston Oilers moving to Tennessee and the Cleveland Browns moving to Baltimore are recent examples, but, to give in to political pressure is a cowardly move, in my humble opinion. For decades, folks of all races and cultures have cheered on their beloved Redskins impervious of any offensive implications supposedly attached to the name and logo. Heck, there were Native Americans who agreed with the team’s final name and it’s logo, the more recent logo being designed by a member of the Blackfoot Tribe; his son has even said himself that he doesn’t believe the Redskins’ moniker is offensive and other members of the Native American clan have chimed in with the same themselves. This latest action caused me to lose my balance and I fell on the other side of the fence; I can’t live with the fact that the NFL would agree with this, but with today’s “woke” culture, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised as even the sports talk shows are starting to sound more like politically-correct sound stations.
So, now, I am no longer a fan of the NFL; however, I won’t advise others to follow my lead. If you decide to continue to support the NFL in spite of their political pandering, have at it and I will have no problem with you doing so. This is my personal choice to do so because I am sick and tired of the push to be politically correct in every facet of our lives.
So, take a bow, NFL! You have succeeded in offending your fans, not because of certain teams’ names, but because you care more about politics and being “woke” than you do your fans. I hope you’re proud of yourselves.
So, I guess “Deadskins” will now be a proper title instead of an insult.
The above poster was promoted by Smithsonian’s African-American museum. I won’t say much in this post, but take a good look at it and tell me if you see any values that you hold personally and tell me if they are a white or a black thing. I’ll see you on the rebound.