As
an
endangered breed, Black men have just
experienced a
long-time-coming moment in our story. ...and
one
giant
step forward, six n' a half steps
backward, down that slick,
wet bloody slope.
Here in
this overtly, openly hostile land.
It’s
interesting.
On one hand, America has evolved to the
point two Black
alpha-male field generals, Patrick
Mahomes,
and
Jalen Hurts will
be at
the helm of two elite professional sports
franchises as they meet in
the most anticipated and hailed event in
American sports lore, the
National Football League’s prestigious
“Super Bowl.”
Granted,
they
are only two Black head coaches in the
vastly all-Black league,
and that’s by both design and desire,
totally the work of 30
arrogant White men. Nevertheless, this is an
“Obama-like” moment,
a Black Power Moment.
If
you
follow this country’s national pastime, the
male soap opera
called the NFL, then you understand that two
Black men as the
starting “Signal Callers” is a monumental
achievement in Black
people’s struggle against White superiority
and dominance in all
matters, both large and small.
I
shed a tear, and I wasn’t alone.
And
might I interject; it’s particularly sweet
considering the obvious:
for decades the game of football has
reflected the larger,
dysfunctional, American society in this
fact: Black men, Black folk
in general, have been discriminated against,
exploited, and
marginalized for the entire history of the
league, alas the country.
As
a
Black boy, I was told, directly and
indirectly, that Black boys/men
didn’t have the intelligence,
guts,
or
leadership qualities
to
lead other players, to play the
“thinking-man” positions - QB,
Middle Linebacker, Center, and Safety. All
we could do was run fast
and hit hard. Animals instructed to kill.
Blacks didn’t have the
mental/emotional capabilities to grasp
complex offenses nor dissect
complicated defenses. We were merely beasts,
who had no heart or
brains.
Adult
children, apes who could kinda speak.
It’s
even more aggravating if you recognize that
Black men have been a
dominant force on the gridiron field. Blacks
comprise 70% of all
players, and we’ve come to redefine the game
in all aspects. As
Tiger and the Williams sisters have
redefined their respective
country club games, Black players have
reshaped the game of football
at all levels, in all relevant aspects - to
the point White boys
have, in essence, abandoned the game out of
frustration and defeat.
They’ve
moved
on to
Extreme
Frisbee, Extreme Marbles, Extreme Kite
Flying, Extreme Bass-Fishing,
and Extreme
Tiddlywinks.
The
White
Quarterback is,
too,
an “endangered species,” you’d
better believe it. Brock Purdy, Josh Allen,
they are the
Great White Hopes
of the
era. Few grasp how sad the league’s good ol’
boy Archie Bunker
sports fan base is, both Golden Boys are
Black alpha males.
The
sky is falling!!!
The
White
gridiron golden boys of yesteryear, Johnny
U., Bronco Nagurski,
Slingin’ Sammy Baugh, Y.A, Title, the
“Galloping Ghost” Red
Grange, Bobby Lane, Broadway Joe, and all
the cats who played when
the game was semi-quasi segregated
(rigged/fixed) - pre-1975 or so.
They deserve an asterisk before their names
and their records and
perhaps even their “World Championships”
down in Canton Ohio at
the illustrious
NFL Hall
Of Fame
because if Black
men hadn’t been strategically and
deliberately excluded from
playing the game, half these Great White
Hopes wouldn’t have made
their high school or college team, just like
it is today. Yes, just
like it is today.
Even
after
the game was opened to Black players, the
“Thinking”
positions were still off-limits for Blacks,
with the highly exalted
Quarterback slot being unofficial/officially
reserved for White guys.
If we’d been allowed
to compete against White boys on a level
playing field, to the
chagrin of much of the fan base and
sponsorship, (White America) the
NFL would have looked like the NBA two
decades ago, at least.
I’d
venture
to say we wouldn’t have ever had this
fictitious,
fabricated, made-up, and contrived situation
where White men can
depict themselves as the
epitome
of manhood, while
all other men pale in comparison to their
alleged exclusive monopoly
on both “brains and brawn.”
Elvis
in a pigskin jumpsuit n’ cleats.
Might
I
note, if the American sports scene, a
significant element of
popular culture, had been populated with
Black athletes, and
superstars in high-profile positions like an
NFL QB, the false
narrative that Black men were totally
inferior to white men would
have been questioned, combated, and defeated
decades ago. On a fair
and level playing field, America would have
seen the emergence of
ebony gladiators bedding Nordic
blond-haired, blue eyed princess
Cheerleaders and homecoming queens decades
ago. And God knows, that’s
the greatest fear White men harbor.
When
Conservatives/Confederates
cry and whine about being
replaced,
they mean being
replaced as the picture, the poster boy, the
symbol of power,
dominance, and control, and that most
definitely includes sexuality.
Have
neither
question nor doubt two Black Quarterbacks in
the NFL is a
canary
in the mine
occurrence
in terms of
another assault and victory over White
supremacy!
The
jig’s
up boys. The vast majority of women, and now
particularly
White women, understand White men aren’t the
only “picture” of
raw manhood.
Other men,
from all other ethnic backgrounds, but due
to the horror story that
is US History 101, specifically Black men,
can, too, be alpha-male
type men. It’s only logical.
And
it’s
clear to all the only reason, and let me
scream that one out,
THE ONLY REASON, why White men have had this
stranglehold on these
positions of power is that they tactically
and consciously
discriminate against, deny fair opportunity
to, and exclude Black
men, the competition
they feared.
This
applies to all walks of life.
If
Black
men hadn’t been beaten down into this
critical state of
being: brainwashed, defeated, and tragically
today all-so
self-destructive we’d be much more
represented in corporate
America, in the aerospace industry,
medicine, architecture, and
construction - you name it!
The
Black
Family would be in a better state of being
if we had not been
beheaded, and now far too many are runnin’
round and can’t find
their heads.
Sadly,
far
too many of us know the subservient,
inferior place to which
they’d like to relegate us, and we accept it
we help them to
destroy us.
If
Blacks had been allowed, permitted to play
the Quarterback position
in 1925, 35, 47, 55… we’d have been out
there on the field of
competition dominating as we are doing today
- a living and breathing
role model, just as Peyton Manning. I
guarantee you, our society
would have witnessed the rise of Black men
much earlier.
The
so-called
United
States
of America would have allowed a Black
President, Black astronauts,
airplane pilots, brain surgeons, and
architects, but because our
White male-dominated society was designed to
oppress and exploit us,
here we sit. Rumblin’, stumblin’, fumblin’,
n’ bumblin’ our
way alone,
adrift.
Now,
on
the other hand, what’s so troubling is this:
as we mark this
historical American cultural happening,
Black men in these lofty
positions of social prominence, how can one
forget, marginalize or
dismiss Tyre
Nichols’
murder at the hands of mostly Black Uncle
Toms, the same kinda’
cats who operated as the massa’s
head nigger to keep in check all the other
field Negroes.
Self-hating,
delusional, drunk with power punk-ass Black
puppets, beating up a
Black man, trying to make their white
bosses/masters happy. Ain’t
that a bitch?
Adding
insult
to injury, the over-the-top damning of these
Black cops by
White officials, the disingenuous gibberish
about how this type of
“barbaric antics” can be neither accepted
nor tolerated when
damn, this has been the mode
of
operation,
business
as
usual
for police
forces small and large since the end of
slavery. Policing is another
transparent term for keeping the niggers in
line, out of White folks’
lives, and making money.
Look,
there’s
a lot of contradictory crap going on. It
gets complex at
times, but in the long run, in the end, it’s
still, honestly,
Mahomes, Hurts and Tyre Nichols, “One
step forward, six n' half steps back,
backward actually, down a
slick, wet bloody slope… .”
