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By Desi Cortez BASN Columnist
Updated: October 20, 2011
OAKLAND, CA. (BASN)—Hue Jackson; in their cross-hairs . . . . As Donovan McNabb goes down, relegated to the pine, perhaps permanently Rush Limbaugh hopes, you can hear sportswriters switching their focus/gun-sights to Hue Jackson, the Silver n’ Black’s new Black head coach. Forgive me, but being Black matters despite what some may say. Ask the man residing in the White House tonight.. Only a puppet like Jason Whitlock can explain away a league dominated and predominated by Black men, yet you can fit all the Afro-American coaches in one of Santa’s elfs little hands. But that’s another “coincidental oddity” Mr Chalie doesn’t want me to mention. If I don’t bring it up – he sure won’t. Hue, an ex-quarterback for Pacific U, and a long looked over NFL assistant coach – just orchestrated a deal which brings a gunslinger to the Oak-town Raiders, providing the “Pride n’ Poise boys” a better chance at making it deep into the playoffs. That angers many-more folks then one can imagine. However, my giving-a-damn about what White sports writers have-to-say concerning certain volital issues and so-called controversial players has all but given-out . . . and when it comes to Black players, specifically the field general position as well as head coach – its damn near irrelevant if not outright meaningless what’s being tossed about by these good ol’ boys. The Caucasian company line is as predictable as a 166 degree day in Hell. One must consider who’s the source of all the over-the-top negativity; Angry, envious, insecure and quit paranoid White sportswriters strugglin’ to resurrect a myth; that whole 1959 Nordic Viking alpha-male fairytale which seems to have evaporated once the playing field was somewhat leveled and a mild form of integration was permitted. Here’s their present target situation; With Jason Campbell out with a broken collarbone, JaMarcuss Russell out of view in the rear-view mirror, David Garrads back broke, Mike Vick guiding his Eagle’s squad thru one hell-of an early season thunderstorm, Josh Freeman’s playing as good as any signal-caller in the NFL, while his young Coach, Rasheed Morris is winning and Cam Newton . . . well Cam’s defying the disgustingly gutter- low expectations set for him by an envious, jealous, spiteful and hateful sports press – all the while he’s redefining the QB position well beyond the capabilities of the vast majority of White athletes – somebody, some Black body must be hung by sunrise tomorrow. This leaves Hue Jackson. Hue is the next Mike Singletary, in other words . . . the league’s next uppity Nigger. Hue is straight outta’ South-Central LA, Dorsey High. He knows not fear, he’ll go for it on 4th down. And apparently he’s the man setting-steady, righting the mighty Raider vessel; the Raiders have brought-in quality position coaches, they’re committed to the run. As Al wanted, they’ve got vertical speed, in-order to s-t-r-e-t-c-h the defense, they’re playing decent defense, gambling on 3rd down, making the special teams play . . . special, and now the addition of Carson Palmer. Everybody, everybody, even your momma is going to have to stay home for a milli-second and honor the Run. Between McFadden and Palmer – somebone’s behind is on fire. . . . Hey Hue, here’s a few lines from Fredrick Douglass you ought keep in mind as the contemptuous bastards mount their attack; “Though the colored man is no longer subject to barter and sale, he is surrounded by an adverse settlement which fetters all his movements. In his downward course he meets with no resistance, but his course upward is resented and resisted at every step of his progress.” “If he comes in ignorance, rags and wretchedness – he conforms to the popular belief of his character, and in that character he is welcome; but if he shall come as a gentleman, a scholar and a statesman, he is hailed as a contradiction to the national faith concerning his race, and his coming is resented as impudence. In one case he may provoke contempt and derision, but in the other he is an affront to pride and provokes malice.” Yes, men like Hue, Cam Newton, Mike Vick and especially President Obama ought keep in mind, and never loose sight of what Douglass was talking about a few hundred years ago, because as much as things change . . they remain the same. White America has a preferred place for you and I. Jackson’s freeing of Carson from the kung-fu death-grip of Cinncy’s Mike Brown could turn-out to be the next coming of Darryl LaMonica . . . the Mad Bomber, and if he is – it’s much more then the beginning of a beautiful, prosperous pigskin relationship . . . it could be the beginning of another era of Raider domination. What makes a Raider reemergence an interesting prospect; the Raiders have come to symbolize, reflect and perhaps embody the fans who support them, the human elements of US society who’ve been rejected, banned, barred and branded as born-troublemakers . . . Black men. Brown folks, Yellow people, working class White guys and gals. Of all the teams in the NFL, it’s Al’s band of merry misfits for whom the press and the fans harbor absolute blind hatred for; you must understand this franchise has looked the league’s aristocratic country club establishment and it’s anal-retentive (tight-assed) Puritan fan-base in the eye and told them all to “F-Off.” Al hoisted the “skull n’ crossbones” flag and it’s been atop the ship since its maiden voyage. You gotta love the whole “I did it my way” attitude, Yes? The Raiders, an AFL Flagship organization has bucked the wishes n’ whims, of the gridiron elitist since its inception in the early yet always turbulent 60′s; it’s not just that the Raiders signed players other’s had given up on, it’s that Al hand-crafted a championship team in a major industrial/port city the nation had given up on, that was recognized as not only the home of George Blanda, but the home of Huey P. Newton, Bobby Seale and Eldridge Cleaver . . . the Black Panther Party. The team is infamous, well try hated, not simply because of the oddballs and malcontents which gather there, but rather in-part merely because of the city the franchise represents, and most certainly because of the certain segment-of-society which seems to have both adopted and embraced the Raiders – the Americans-of-Color, and particularly Black men – like Ice Tee, Ice Cube and all the Dogs in-between who brandish the Silver n’ Black. The true tale is tainted and far-deeper then sportswriters and fans want to paint it. It was all about color, green, as well as Black n’ White. Yes, it’s our societies undesirables’ complete identification with the Raider mystic, their connection to the idea of being the unwanted, unappreciated and unloved outcast – eternal renegades who’ll never quit fit in – it’s that association with the Raiders which has painted n’ tainted the organization in the eyes of millions of White football fanatics. Its a Black Team. Al defied all the expectations of America and produced a team, year-in and year-out committed to excellence, via pride n’ poise. Davis hired women in the front office, placed Jim Plunkette behind the center, put a Mexican American, and then a Black man at the top of his on-field operation. Today we’re suppose to treat those advancements as just that – advancements in civil and racial rights; when we all know that today, just like back then – there’re millions upon millions who think it was wrong and bad for the game. Integration, diversity, inclusion, colorblindness those are advanced elements of an 21st century civilization which well over half the country does not adhere-to and has no inclination to do so. Hey Hue! Don’t forget that my man, far more are hoping for you to fail . . . then you n’ I could ever guess. This is America, It’s fashionable to hate Black folks this fall.