They think because they see themselves on TV as fearsome helmeted apparitions, that they've made progress.
They have not.
Look at the jails. Look at the test scores in schools.
Once again, it's pro football time on TV, and once again, you come to realize (if you're me) that worship of football and its disgusting programming has come to symbolize all the arrogance, avarice and aggression of the United States.
When you want to see a country's bad side, watch this concocted modern equivalent of the gladiatorial combat in the arena in ancient Rome, an earlier, twisted, sick society.
The television networks lay it on thick, glorifying the game and its accompanying advertisements, mostly scantily clad females, beer and cars, representing the quadrangle attributes of sexism, alcoholism, violence and status symbol acquisition based on borrowed credit (new car). It almost approaches becoming a profound religious experience. It's truly American because it glamorizes force and power, two central tenets dearest to the modern military industrial complex.
The team coach and the quarterback, the so-called brains, might be white. Most of the other players are black. They play representing cities in which few of them actually live. Thus, the ability to ram your head into the midsection of another is seen as desirable, a top achievement in American life, to be envied. The players train and take steroids to become good at this.
The angry white boy sits in his dingy apartment drinking his beer and yelling at the TV screen "kill the sonofabitch!" Just like the ancient Roman used to do in the coliseum. In this roused state, he's more likely to beat up his girlfriend if he has one. Nationally, such beatings increase markedly during the liquored frenzy accompanying the alleged "big game."
He's angry, he doesn't like blacks, and the head-butting on the TV screen and the beer fuel his anger. But if his team wins, he's won. Something.
Now, the TV ad comes on with the fearsome huge black player. Look at his ferocious scowl. See how the little five-foot-seven-inch-tall white producers of the commercial play up this angle until it becomes nauseating.
I, the viewer, am supposed to be afraid of the steroid-built black player, because the player, who is twice my size thanks to special foods and steroids, can rip me in a thousand pieces, supposedly without a twinge of conscience or regret. This kind of brain washing is what led to the US killing half a million Iraqis in the interest of freedom without a shred of remorse. The public has never been told the true number killed.
The football player can't make anything. He can't invent anything. He can't think through anything. But he can pound his head into your stomach. This is respect?
Because the player is paid millions and because he is portrayed as someone to be feared, the player mistakenly thinks he has achieved respect. He has not. Fear is not respect.
Football negatively influences America in a number of ways aside from producing the envy that results from advertising expensive cars few can afford, and its not-so-subtle message that the only worthwhile person is someone who buys a new car on credit. It's certainly not the content of a person's unique character that matters. Football convinces black children to try for sports careers and the fabricated false glory they represent, and not to seek other professions at which black Americans are woefully under-represented. If they weren't, it might make us a more balanced society.
There will never be a colorblind US until black men understand that fear is not respect, but a form of exploitation just as wrong as Amos and Andy was. A football player may think he's important, but personally, I depend more on a plumber.
There are very few black plumbers.
You've got to hand it to the white racists who run the TV networks. In the 1950s they portrayed blacks as harmless bumbling, shuffling Stepinfetchit characters, butlers or maids. Now, they instead portray football players as brainless animals who can't control their rage and who exhibit all the intelligent restraint of a spoiled ape in the zoo swinging on a truck tire.
That's real progress, I tell ya.'
In fact, the white TV football producers managed to do the near-impossible. They transitioned from mocking blacks as harmless comic butlers, to mocking them as well-paid dullards who can run and jump, and they did so with the full support of the black men being mocked. That's the worst kind of politically correct racism.
In the meantime, the jails are filled with black men who didn't make football. Black children still lag behind in schooling. It's a question of twisted values and priorities.
It goes to prove, without your steroids and your helmet, you're nothing.
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