A Very American Coup By Michael – Louis Ingram, Editor-in-Chief...
By Desi Cortez BASN Columnist
Updated: June 8, 2011
DENVER, CO—May the late great Randy “Macho Man” Savage wrestle in peace . . . . I just wanted to lay that comment on the bar, I had no qualms with Savage, I had no particular barbarian in the brawl, however I’ve come-to understand what wrestling, professional wrestling has morphed into, or rather digressed into upon the American sports/entertainment stage. Pro-wrestling has provided an entertainment stream for a shrinking slice of the American-Pie population, one desperate for Great White Hopes – that angry White guy segment (and his “women folk”) – who are the face of an America which feels their historical position of almighty power is threatened, their “All-American” culture questioned . . . rejected. They feel detached, ostracized . . . they, oh my God . . . feel unappreciated and purposefully alienated. Go figure. Those self-proclaimed “Rednecks,” the hill-billy’s, good ol boys, NASCAR Dads, country boys, farmers, truckers, rural “Heartland” red-state folks, i.e., real Americans”. Those amongst us who’ve branded themselves patriots . . . appear to be “let us say . . . over-represented amongst the pro-wrestling fan base. Tr y conservative cornerstone. It’s that working-class segment of Caucasian cats who’s fore-fathers gravitated-to and dominated America’s national pastimes; football, baseball, basketball, boxing . . . track even – but however, based upon the mild-form of racial integration which has taken place since the critical Jackie Robinson/ Bill Russell/Marion Montely era . . well White folks have been all but locked-out of these very sports they once locked Blacks out of. Ain’t that . . . somethin’! What’s critical here in this formula – no one, not one damn person is stopping White sportsmen from competing, from dominating in these traditional sports, as they once did, back during the American version of apartheid ruled the land, but now, today . . . their absence can be attributed to, in great part – to lack of desire, or ability, stick to it-ness, talent, work ethic or some combo of . . . And we all know it was quit the opposite for Blacks. Clearly we could compete, and would soon come-to predominate, dominate – rewrite the record books and redefine the sports . . . once the door was opened. Black’s have taken the place of the everyday working-class Irish, Polish, Italian and British in the nation’s popular pastimes, and that in-itself, the domination of sports explains the century old quest for blond-haired, blue-eyed golden boys has left little White kids to venture out and create new games, new pastimes . . . i.e., Extreme Sports; Extreme Marbles, Extreme Kite Flying, Extreme Four-Square . . . . and to adopt old recreational activities like the Roller-Derby and Pro- Wrestling. Jack Johnson was the reason White men went in search of an Great White Hope, and they weren’t afraid to admit it. Black sports writers of the time didn’t coin the term – frustrated angry White men did – the same guys doing it today, thus you get an Peyton Hillis. Understand the obvious – apparently the overwhelming majority of White kids can’t participate in “traditional” games after Pee-Wee League - unless the competition is void of Black athletes – and the segregated landscape which is America – the housing segregation which is still the norm in America – is the direct result of the fact – most, not all, but most White folks would only, I repeat only live amongst Blacks or Latinos if they have to. All the facts, figures, surveys and polls will underscore such an common flippin’ sense statement. So once competition begins at the high school or college level – where there might be forced integration at play. . . average White guys can’t strap-on a helmet or tie-up some high-tops and compete . . . so like Randy Savage they ind themselves unable to compete even at the minor league level of baseball . . . . However society’s yearning for good ol fashioned entertainment has created such a demand for Great White Hopes that pro-wrestling lives if not thrives. And with all its popularity comes all the stereotypical characters that White America is comfortable with I.E., ignorant of the past, uninformed of yesteryear’s atrocities - mildly enlightened Negroes play right-along for money – depicting themselves as the historical demeaning characters White folks accept and embrace; Blacks as – over-the-top Broadway play type pimps, and gangsters.
And these life ain’t nothun but bitches n’ money Negroes, . . can’t wait to entertain an audience which looks just like an Republican Tea Party Rally. Blacks forced to adhere to White expectations; akin to how Denzel Washington was embraced and recognized by the liberal artsy world – only after he played a killer/rogue/gangster-cop in Training Day. . . and those are the “good ones.” Lost brother’s depicted as Black urban monster White America is comfortable believing-in and will pour-in over the turn-stalls to see “broken” and put back in his place by the Great White Hope of the evening – some former BYU college running back who can’t make an NFL squad . . . but can dominate in the wrestling-ring where everything is scripted . . . the White man has got to win, the fix is in. Just lik e yesteryear – when guys like Cobb and Mantle dominated – when the prime competition was excluded! Just like outside the ring – where the fix is in. Blacks and Latinos aren’t as dumb as the test scores indicate, nor are we as violent and prone to the criminal-lifestyle as the prison population depicts. And, on a global scale the world’s still reeling from an half-a-millennium of cutthroat Western colonialism, extreme expansion – the pimping, exploiting and mass murder of millions – so as the sun would never set upon the British Empire . . . or for that matter the US Empire too. Manifest Destiny on a global level. No, instead the game-of -life is fixed in America just as it’s always been fixed. The majority of Americans-of-Color are born . . . against-all- conceivable odds, in harms way and into a game where the odds of attaining some version of the American Dream are double, triple the odds against Euro-Americans. So, no disrespect to Randy “Macho Man” Savage, whatsoever, he was a superstar in whatever kind of sports/entertainment industry you want to categorize pro-wrestling – but what he really represents is a time, an era, a country that no longer exist . . . except in angry White male fantasy-land . . .