If Old, Angry White Men Still Had Their Way . . . .

By Desi Cortez, BASN Reporter
Updated: August 26, 2011

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DENVER, CO. (BASN)—It doesn’t take any far-superior understanding of American popular-culture to see, hear or even feel the scorn, the out-right hate “mainstream America” still maintains for Blacks, and the high-hopes still held by the rank n’ file rednecks, of returning to
yesteryear, back to the good ol’ days where Black men like Obama didn’t tell white men what to do. Nor, baby Jesus forbid – a Black man be the Field general, the face of a billion-dollar franchise. The TEA Party’s Rand Paul, his vision of an re-segregated America – where real Americans don’t have to wait-on nor serve long-haired liberal hippies, Fags, Mes-skins, slant-eyed Chinks nor any Niggers . . . if they so-chose; and they’ll call it Freedom. Translation – a quantum-leap backward to 1949; hospitals, schools, neighborhoods as well as the work-place being dragged back to the era of separate and all-so unequal. They’ll have to drag millions of us . . . kick’in, screamin” clawin’ n’ hollerin’, all-too busy swingin’ to be singin’ “we shall overcome.” Cam Newton, the Carolina Panthers Ebony savior and pigskin slinger has been, let us say “asked” to not brandish any tattoos, nor do any piercing to his body . . . that’s how his master, the team/plantation owner Jerry Richardson prefers his human property to present themselves to the marketplace – to America, White America, and specifically White men – who historically prefer their Mandingo gladiator Negros be non-threatening and non-intimidating in the eyes of potential customers. A Clean-cut, yet brain-less, moral -less barbarian who only attacks on his massa’s command. Can you say Floyd Patterson, George Foreman, OJ . . .the old Tiger Woods . Apparently Massa Richardson and the White fan-base aren’t put-off nor bothered by a big-ass White dude like journey-man Jeremy Shockey, who looks like the illustrated man – he’s so-painted you’d bet his blood was tainted, he looks like he escaped from the set of Pirates of the Caribbean; life ain’t nothin’ but whences and booty. But if a Black kid resembles a Black Pirate – ala’ Allen Iverson . . . it makes White folks. . . . uncomfortable. Do we still have to cater to their baseless insecurities and biases? Ask me how much I care about the national WASP comfort level? My only son is blanketed like a mural, nonetheless he’s educated and enlightened, goes to work everyday, pays his bills, never been to prison. He’s a fantastic young husband/father, a damn good man . . . and you can’t judge a man by his tattoos, or by the paranoid laced mistrust n’ distrust of White folks – who clutch their purses when the Black Navy Admiral enters the elevator….. you’ll throw out the baby with the bath water.
This arrogant demand is a reflection of White men loosing control and influence within American society – making demands via coercion. It harkens back to the days of white men demanding blind obedience and subservience, call it 3rd millennium chains, to force and coerce Black players, via opportunity and finances to wrap n’ package themselves in a fashion pleasing to the White man’s eye. This is the identical desire which motivates the NFL to constantly dictate to players how they can display emotions on the field, how they must all dress alike down to their identical jock straps. Richardson’s request is in the same vein of the NFL mandating what is acceptable to White folks. Suppressing the individuals expression of performers who should seen and seldom if ever heard. Clearly it’s a twisted request because of what it screams; the White male establishment of 2011, wants what their fathers, grand fathers, great grandfathers . . . fore fathers wanted – to keep Blacks in a certain prescribed place, to control our expressions and craft them, ourselves to please White folks. Richardson’s request for Newton to not look “too Black” reflects White America’s disdain and disgust with Black American popular culture – which is far different then Country n’ Western /NASCAR / Gothic/Republican TEA Party and therefore inferior, primitive and animalistic in the eyes of guys like Richardson and his peers. I’d bet NASCAR drivers are as tatted-up as NFL players . . . but for whatever the reasons that doesn’t prevent them from promoting the product and pushing widgets and gadgets. And if Cam takes the Panthers to the playoffs, while Tebow gathers splinters on the pine, and Cam’s jersey is #1 in sales . . . I bet he can get a tat on his ass if he so desires. I’ll concur with the racist/sexist n’ elitist Mormon Tabernacle Choir of Conservatism which defends Lord Richarsons – he not solely nor merely racist – he’s an well dressed, highly wealthy elitist who belittled the NFL Players union, dismissed organized labor. poo-poohed worker ant solidarity, yes this a man who made millions figuring out ways to pay female peasants peanuts to flip burgers. Richardson is an barley/hardly livin’ example of how this divided nation’s top tier – white men have refused to grow and mature. Inclusion, integration, diversity and equality are bad words to White America. Conservative (racist/sexist/elitist) White men still want their women barely educated, hardly-enlightened and of course barefoot n’ with baby. They today, perhaps more now then ever before the US stole most of Mexico . . . want Mexicans to pick the fruit, wash the dishes and disappear back-across the Rio Grande every night. They want the gay, happy people to get out of the living room and go back in the closet, hell down into the cellar or up in the attic, and for sure they want the us, the darkies to go back to Africa . . . we’ve worn out our red carpet welcome . . . . I’m still stunned this Thurston Howell III American Aristocrat has the audacity to make such demands. Like much of the “Right” he feels he can get away with it. What with the new, but all so old Republican TEA Party threatening to slit Lady Liberty’s throat if justice and equality is actually for all. It’s a sign of the times we are a’ livin’ in. Remember, Tebow and Beck – both born-again refined redneck holly rollers -are the preferred make n’ model a significant slice the fanatical fans root for, and if you don’t fit that image . . . then there’s no PR machine to elevate you, no bullet-proof under-ware to protect you from the knives in the back.