Closeted racism? Okay, I’ll bite.
There is a divide in this country, and it’s pretty obvious to see the schism. It’s okay to say I think Kendrick Lamar’s music is crap, like most post 90’s rap is. Hey man, I danced happily to Rob Base in my patent leather shoes, and kicked it with my buddy Mike listening to Too Short on our boom box. What I’m tired of is the in-your-face entitlement I see everywhere in black culture. I don’t see reclamation of culture, I see a “how do I scam the system and The Man to get what I want” culture. Am I racist? **** man, I think I’m getting there. But then I know I’m not when I see beautiful 111 yr old Mamie Kirkland’s gorgeous smile and feel nothing but love and empathy for her. Human beings are tribal; we hate The Other. We detest the different. We rarely embrace the uncomfortable. Blacks and Whites simply dont like each other, really. Some of it’s generational, but it seems like we all get there with age. When I view the Super Bowl through my lens, I see complaining, violent millionaires, bemoaning the country that has come a million miles to provide all of us a chance (a chance) to be somebody; and yet the bemoaning continues. If I were Black, I’d be pissed too. But I’m not. I want you to get the **** over it. But…I’m smart enough to continue to think about this, reflect, try to understand, try to be compassionate, and try to listen. That’s how I feel about the Super Bowl, lol.