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Talk To Me, Michael Richards

(December 1, 2006)

 

 

There’s no question that the epithet leaden tirade Michael Richards launched at a Los Angeles comedy club was inappropriate and inexcusable. He not only dropped the N bomb, but worse, invoked the vile image of a lynching with his “fifty years ago” as he addressed two unimpressed audience members who happened to be black. The Seinfeld star’s shameful moment was caught on tape and as expected served as a lightening rod to draw down the ire of the black leaders, who rigorously cited that racism was alive and well in America.

 

The fall out reignited the debate on race. And while such conversations are healthy, they need to move in a new direction. Simply put, the N-word needs to go. It may be held as a badge of 400 years or a term of endearment in street lingo, but it’s still a reserved word with heavy restrictions on who can use it. If you’re black, it’s a birth right, if you’re white, you’re a racist, or worse.

 

I’ll never forget playing pickup basketball at the park one summer, with a friend of mine who’s black and played with me on the same indoor league team. We were playing on opposite teams with people we mostly didn’t know. Trying to put one over on me, he made a no look pass that sailed out of bounds and into the chain linked fence that surrounded the court. The pass was intended for the hot-shot shooter on his team who cut in the opposite direction. When I needled him about the errant pass, he referred to his teammate, who was within ear shot, as “My [N-word] over there….” The shooter seemed unusually comfortable with the label. And while I knew my friend didn’t know him, I asked the rhetorically question anyways. Of course my friend didn’t know the shooter, and when he said so, I ask if I could apply the tag in a similar context. My friend knew what I was up to and said that I could, but that he didn’t care to see me get shot.

 

To me it was the epitome of a reserved word, where the inalienable right to use a term was dictated by your pigment. Even Slim Shady (Eminem) the white rapper with plenty of creed with black hip-hop artists and fans can’t use it. And here’s the problem with it. Not only does it draw racial lines (who can say it and who can’t) but it also perpetuates the word’s prevalence just by being. Think of all the white kids in the ‘burbs who listen to rap, hearing “it” artists use it repeatedly. Eventually the word becomes hip hallway slang. It gets bandied about without even the slightest bone of racism to it, but there it is, alive and well, like a cancerous cell waiting to rear its ugly.

 

What black leaders and all leaders who call for tolerance and sensitivity, need to do is expunge the N-word from common vernacular. Black or white, it’s too divisive and carries too much hurtful history to be allowed any sort of selective use. What’s good for one side of the coin should be good for the other. Ban it now, universally, unilaterally, and move on.

 

 

…and speaking of labels, words and rights, in an earlier rant I posted here about single sex marriage in Massachusetts and the Governor’s push to get it to a referendum vote (the people), a friend of mine, who is gay, pointed out that Civil Rights were not allotted by a vote, but by legislation. An interesting point when you consider gays can vote before they could marry and it was the inverse for African Americans. Still Civil Rights had a groundswell of public support (debate and controversy are the tools of democracy) and if the Massachusetts public seals single sex marriage as an inalienable right, it will quicken the right across the country.

 

- TBM

 

 

 

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