I hope you’re sitting down for what I’m about to tell you, because this won’t be easy. Are you ready to be outraged? Well, here goes: A 70-year-old white radio host might possibly be a racist. Or a sexist. Or a monster. Maybe he’s a ruthless creature sent here by alien warlords to destroy women’s basketball. Oh, the humanity. Whatever he is, we sure do need to talk about it. A lot. I mean, how did we, as a society, allow this to happen? And whose fault is it? And will he be punished? And double standards. And rap music. And black people. And the children. And grrrrrr!
What a bunch of nonsense.
Self-righteousness has finally become overexposed. Even Bono has to be scratching his grossly inflated head. It’s like we’ve been surrounded by an army of pundits, reverends, rappers, and crackers – all spewing their morally superior, ego-stroking rhetoric at us. Now I know how the cookie feels in a circle jerk.
Who would have thought, in a story of supposed national importance, that we would be hearing Snoop Dogg’s point of view? We already know he ain’t got love for ho’s. What else did we expect to get from him?
Who takes any of the news networks seriously after they wasted thousands of hours covering the “story” of our beloved sweetheart Anna Nicole Smith and her poor, fatherless child? It was like the Maury Povich show had turned into a miniseries. Either that, or some kind of Who Wants to Father a Millionaire reality show contest.
“Love Sauce, you are not the father. You may say goodbye to the other contestants, but then, you must hang up your testicles and go home. Next week, tempers flare in the house as Shawn Kemp eats Larry Birkhead’s peanut butter and Larry gets pisssssed.”
News doesn’t exist anymore. Only gossip.
There’s no way this Imus story should be getting so much publicity. As far as racial incidents go, the Michael Richards story was far more inflammatory and sensational than this one – and that story didn’t get nearly as much play. Want to know why? It’s because white people can actually repeat what Don Imus said. That helps with the gossip. Being able to say it equals being able to talk about it without feeling awkward. When the Imus story broke, it was so easy. I called all my black friends:
“Hey, did you hear what Don Imus said? You didn’t? Well, he said – and I quote…”
I couldn’t make that call when the Michael Richards story broke. That was a completely different conversation:
”Hey, did you hear what Michael Richards said? You didn’t? Oh…you want to know what he said? Well, he said, umm...uh…he said, uh, you know what, check your e-mail. Yeah, check your e-mail – I’m going to send you a link. As a matter of fact, go to YouTube and type in ‘Kramer N-I-G’ and then stop typing. For the love of god, don’t type another letter. Just hit enter.”
Every day, I expect this Imus story to disappear, and every day it just gets bigger. I don’t know if it will ever go away. I do have some hope, though. Don Ho died today. His name is basically a combination of the first and last words in every article written about this stupid, irrelevant story. That’s got to be symbolic of something.
Either way, this story will have no legacy. No improved race relations. No awareness. No changes in those dreaded rap lyrics. Nothing. It will just blow away like a piece of tumbleweed as soon as the next scandalous “news” story hits.
In the meantime, I’ll just sit here and wait for the day when something good actually comes out of women’s basketball.