This was an article that someone at work sent to me earlier today. I have to wholeheartedly agree. Please bring back the Jackie Robinsons, Jessie Owens', and Muhammad Ali's. We need to pay more attention to the athletes of the day that give a damn!
People, you are missing the point, and this is my opinion why stupidity in our Young Black
sociality is out of hand in this new hip-hop culture.
1. First to be young, gifted and Black is what God has done, for Black people.
2. As long as Black people apply their selves, in anything they try to do, they can
Succeed to the top in everything as a human being.
Being a tough Guy doesn't Work!
Try opening books ...... and........ READ!
Now let's use Michael Vick as an example.....
All the breathless debates about Michael Vick are missing the point. The bigger issue has nothing to do with whether or not he deserves the right of due process, or whether NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell should suspend him, or whether Atlanta Falcons owner Arthur Blank should enable him or give him tough love. It's not even about whether or not Nike should be launching another designer shoe with his name on it.
All of those are minor distractions from a much larger and far more significant issue. Here's the real brainteaser that we need to get a handle on: How did someone like Michael Vick ever come to exist?
Are we really ready to have that conversation? Do we dare explore how a young man of such unique athletic gifts and such obvious on-field marketing appeal was allowed to turn into just another unfortunate mug shot and potential ruined life? How did that remarkable athlete get a $100 million contract with the Falcons, become Nike's poster boy, rake in endorsements from airlines and cell phone companies, then find himself on the verge of blowing it all because of an incredible tale that seems to come straight Out of some hard-core gangster rap video?
We can save the "presumption of innocence" conversation for another time. As improbable as it might sound, technically, there's a possibility that Vick actually could own a house, rent it out to his relatives and be dumb or naive enough to not know that there was a dogfighting enterprise going on in the Back yard. The US Constitution provides Vick with the right and opportunity to prove that preposterous possibility to a jury of his peers.
I am far more interested in how it all came apart for Vick and why it keeps coming apart for too many black athletes in America. The ultimate symbols of black athletes in our society used to be men of substance and positive Image. Men with social conscience and resolve such as Jackie Robinson, Curt Flood, Jim Brown, Bill Russell and John Thompson used to be our heroes. They carried a burden and deep-rooted responsibility to portray themselves with a sense of dignity, pride and purpose. Even the cool, counterculture rebels such as Muhammad Ali and Tommie Smith and John Carlos stood for something more meaningful than a multimillion-dollar shoe deal.
But somewhere between Jackie Robinson and Michael Vick, things got all fouled up. "Street creed" became the anthem of the modern black athlete, this misguided notion that the only way to appeal to the young demographic of the sneaker-buying public was to adopt the negative attitudes of the thug life popularized by black hip-hop/gangster rappers. According to the 18-page federal indictment, Vick is accused of sponsoring the sort of gruesome dogfighting enterprise that is readily identified as a part of the dark side of that culture.
So that's how someone like Michael Vick came into existence. He got hijacked, and we all let it happen. We let it happen by passively condoning this mess. We did it when we turned Allen Iverson into a marketing icon and rejected student-athletes like Grant Hill and Tim Duncan because they lacked "Street creed." We allowed it to happen every time we gave Vick the benefit of the doubt when he kept stumbling and offering weak alibis for his stupidity. We allowed it to happen slowly, insidiously over the past 20 years. The problem is the hijacking of African-American culture by the hip-hop generation that has helped glorify every rotten, foul and disgusting racial stereotype it took generations to eradicate.
The minstrels used to show up in black face, shuckin' and jivin' like Amos and Andy or Stepin Fetchit. Now they come in baggy pants sagging over their butts, glamorizing thug life and prison fashion, legitimizing derogatory racial insults into the mainstream, and convincing an entire generation that this is the measure of true blackness and anyone who bucks this system is either a racist, hopelessly out of touch or a sad Uncle Tom?
Fortunately, not everyone is buying into this nonsense. We're at war, and we have identified the enemy. "We have to start making sure folks understand who the 'Toms' really are," says my man on the other side of the State, Kansas City Star columnist Jason Whitlock. "It's the gangsters on the corner who are killing black folks. It's the idiots who are on TV rapping about it and glorifying it. We have to make black people understand those are the real sellouts, not the ones who refuse to accept it."
All I know is, this morning there was some sort of switch problem at one of the stations so trains had to go like 5 miles an hour to get through, which caused the backups. The thing that pisses me off about things like this, is that it always happens at the peak of rush hour. The trains are either fucked up in the morning, or fucked up in the evening, but seem to run as smooth as a baby's ass during the regular parts of the day. Hell I never hear about anything going wrong with the metro on the weekend when I'm hardly using them.