The worst-kept secret in Washington may be how much Barack Obama’s presidency has been complicated by race and mired in racism. So it’s not surprising to read a recent report of a New Hampshire police commissioner, Robert Copeland, who use a racial slur to describe Obama. It’s been done before. Recall, former Republican presidential hopeful Rick Santorum’s slip of the tongue.
My latest over at Salon on Peyton Manning, white privilege, and how we evaluate athlete legacies. ICYMI:
The nature of racism is not simply a matter of of explicitly or implicitly expressing skepticism toward a particular group or social class. It is also an aversion to digging beneath the surface so that one can acknowledge the complex fabric that makes up the individual experience. To reject the impulse to form simple conclusions — assumptions — is to open oneself to seeing the man behind the helmet, as a whole human being. As Richard Sherman has noted, there is a time and place for everything: humility, confidence, reservation, aggression, shit talking and focus. That is who we are. “I really don’t know how to be anybody else,” Sherman said. “I can only be myself.”
I wrote a few brief thoughts on the passing of the streetball legend, Tyrone “Alimoe” a.k.a. “The Black Widow” Evans who passed earlier this year. A soldier who truly started from the bottom, in my best Drizzy voice:
I just read some very sad news from last week:
Sad news to report today in the world of basketball as streetball legend and former AND 1 mixtape star, Tyrone “Alimoe” Evans has reportedly passed away from complications following a stroke.
The Harlem, NY resident also known as “The Black Widow” rose to prominence during the street ball boom of the late 90s and early 2000s. The 6’7” player was known for his trademark ball handling skills despite his immense size, something only seen on a regular basis in the National Basketball Association.
I spent some time on the court growing up, and I remember the first time I really took to “streetball.” I saw great value in playing ball on the playground versus playing in a gym or in an organized league. Inside the gym always felt more restrictive whereas outside was liberating. In a way, the structure of playing indoors felt like shackles.