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Est. April 5, 2002
Feb 18, 2021 - Issue 853
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Sports, the games we play, the national pastimes, mirror our greater polarized society and offer a selfie of who and what we are – our “isms” become undeniable.

Last week, Urban Meyer, a noted collegiate gridiron coach, recently welcomed into the NFL country club as a Head Coach of the Jacksonville Jaguars franchise/plantation, almost immediately displayed his disconnection to the mainstream court of black public opinion by hiring Chris Doyle, an identified and tagged Neanderthal who is arguably unfit to work with Black men as a “strength and conditioning coach.” Last year, while a college coach, Doyle was forced out because of his comments and observations which insulted, slighted and offended Black men and other marginalized groups in this culturally polarized climate that is the United States of America. Over a dozen former players stepped up and backed the claims. He should have been out of a breadwinner gig for years in a more enlightened wide world of sports. But no, Meyer disregarded the obvious conflict of interest and arrogantly hired a man into a league that is 70% Afro-American.

The National Football League has a long history of reflecting the racism and bigotry deeply embedded within American culture. Black Americans have been discriminated against, treated differently and in an inferior manner, in virtually all facets and aspects of the game since the league’s inception a century ago. Discrimination on the field and off - it’s the American, all-American way of doing business. Capitalism, uncut, cutthroat capitalism practiced to perfection by a cartel of small “a” aristocrats who are content pimping and exploiting usually young, poor, and vastly under-educated Black men – paying most hundreds of thousands and some millions, while they pocket even more millions of dollars, made off players’ blood, sweat, and tears – it’s a beautiful, beautiful... beautiful game, baby.

How can that be in a league that has been dominated by Black men for decades now?

Because franchise ownership, beyond resembling a Donald Trump support group, is a white male country club with a Tobacco or cotton plantation feel, flavor, taste, and texture to it – it smells like a sugar plantation. As well, the fan base/paying customer is historically, predominantly white men… whose, and this is critical – political sentiments, beliefs, and opinions tilt “Right,” far right, Trumpian Right. Owners, fans, players, coaches, and support staff are sectors that are rife with individuals whose basic perspective is “shut the (blank) up and run… boy.”

Oh, forgive me, I can’t speak the ex small “p” president’s name... “he who must not be named” is much more fitting, no?

Because the players aren’t solidified as a labor source – they weren’t willing (didn’t have the testicles/backbone) to shut down the game when they branded and exiled Colin Kaepernick nor do they shut down operations after an offseason such as we’ve already witnessed, where overqualified Black men are rejected as head coaches in favor of barely qualified young Great White Hopes who have that Dr. Doolittle touch and communicate with the manimals on the team.

Negro-whisperers who can “talk to the animals.”

If, if… if pigs could fly and snakes had hips – in a more perfect world, the NFL players would walk out, not play in the pure for-profit “pre-season” games... the round table of redneck owners might sit up and smell the black coffee brewing. However, as previously noted, that type of labor solidarity requires testicles, brains, hearts, and spines – these big-time “professional” big-cat gladiators don’t seem to have the iron-stomach to sit down, to stand up for what’s right.

Ain’t that a...?

But beyond the inside-the-pigskin-game possibilities motivating this arrogant move, this type of blatant disregard for Black players and coaches totally reflects the deeply embedded disrespect held by so much of White America.

If we step over to music, another world, another classic cultural battlefield that reflects the actual, non-fictional “real world,” we can examine the championing of country and western singer Morgan Wallen, who now, after being busted, and after apologizing for using America’s most endearing term for Black folks, “Nigger,” his releases are atop the charts. It’s highly unlikely he’s being elevated because he apologized but rather because he’s being patted on the back, excused for his “slipping” and saying what he really meant. His racist insult is being neutralized, rationalized, minimized and justified by the world of Country n’ Western music, an arena dominated and predominated by “real” Americans, akin to NASCAR and Pro-Wrestling. This is the cultural battlefield that is America; the nation’s pastimes are interjected and soaked with the volatile and combustible issue of race. There’s a segment of US society that is determined to offset the righteous and just backlash to Wallen’s words.


I’m telling you, it won’t be too long before somebody White is strategically and tactically employing words like “Nigger,” “Spear-chucker,” “Sambo,” and “Coon” because those historical names are on the tip of Trump’s America’s tongue. Coupled with the anger and frustration appearing to be at the boiling point, it won’t be long. Behind closed doors, those derogatory words are used today... like they were yesteryear. Of course they are – the sentiments, attitudes, opinions, and viewpoints that accompany those disrespectful terms are obviously omnipresent.

There’s a level of animosity and contempt for Black folks which is, I believe, unbelievable and far beyond what Black Americans want to “entertain.”

America loved docile Joe Louis, Floyd Patterson, George Foreman, and Smokin’ Joe Frazier - Black gladiators who didn’t step out of their lane, out-of their “place” and offer contradictory viewpoints to master. That same America despised “uppity” boxers like Jack Johnson and Ali. It’s neither deep nor complex. You see it in sports where the White fan base just wants Black guys to shut up and run, nigger. Additionally, league ownership is arguably still working to undermine the rise of the Black Quarterback - Cam Newton, Deshaun Watson, Russell Wilson – it’s almost as if league-wide ownership has decided these field Generals won’t be a part of balanced, powerhouse teams, as if the league understands the vast majority of their mainstream established (white) fan-base is unwelcoming of Black Signal Callers and Head Coaches as the faces of the franchise.

All this results in the never-ending quest we see for illegitimate Great White Hope coaches and Quarterbacks around which to build a franchise. Well-seasoned 50-year-old Black coaches can’t get a head coaching job, yet White, unqualified 32-year-old boy geniuses are hired every year.

No different than the overall reception Black folks receive in the land of freedom, liberty, and equality. In Trump’s USA, Latino neighbors, Muslim classmates for their children, a female boss, and Black in-laws are the nightmare they fear. Black football coaches, superstar golden boy quarterbacks are like having a Black President, and we all know what a nightmare that was for this colorblind nation, no?

Nonetheless, thank the gridiron Gods Eric Bieniemy didn’t get hired by the Bengals, Jets, or Lions – where failure is preordained, where coaches and players go to die. Columnist, Desi Cortez, who also writes for &, was hatched in the heart of Dixie, circa 1961, at the dawning of the age of Aquarius, the by-product of four dynamic individuals, Raised in South-Central LA, the 213. At age 14 transplanted to the base of the Rockies, Denver. Still a Mile-Hi. Sat at the foot of scholars for many, many moons, emerging with a desire and direction… if not a sheep-skin. Meandered thru life; gone a-lot places, done a-lot of things, raised a man-cub into an officer n' gentleman, a "man's man." Produced a beautiful baby-girl with my lover/woman/soul-mate… aired my "little" mind on the airwaves and wrote some stuff along the way. Wordsmith behind America's Ten Months Pregnant . . . Ready To Blow!: Even Trump Can't "Make America White Again." A New, More Inclusive, Diverse 21st Century America - Love It . . . Or Get The Hell Out!. Contact Mr. Cortez and BC.

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