The Brothers Lehman Sports Happy Hour

In this episode we discuss the Miami Heat/Indiana Pacers series and what we expect in Game 7, the Spurs waiting in the wings, flopping in the playoffs, Dwight Howard’s offseason, a little drama in Clipperland, Raptors stealing the reigning Exexutive of the Year, recent coaching hires, Cavs winning draft lottery, and Grant Hill retiring.

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Music: Joey Chavez – Set It; Del the Funky Hompsapien – Catch A Bad One; Mos Def feat. Slic Rick – Auditorium

Infighting: Beef Between Blacks

Why is it that we have to discriminate within our own race? It’s not worth it, and frankly it’s getting old. So you’re red, you’re yellow, you’re dark, you’re brown, you’re light, you’re middle class, upper class, low income, the ‘hood, fatherless, motherless, many siblings, or an only child. You’re still BLACK regardless! We are still a minority. Is it even possible to end these divisions based on social status, environment, or skin color? Why are we discriminating against ourselves when we’ve got plenty of people to do it to us, for us.

This stems from recent sports events, and documentaries that have made headline news. Most recently, professional boxer Bernard Hopkins made negative racial comments towards professional football player and star quarterback, Donovan McNabb. If you haven’t heard, Bernard Hopkins criticized Dovovan McNabb for “not being black enough”. Hopkins compared McNabb to a house slave and compared himself and others to field slaves. He goes on to say that McNabb was “the one who got the extra coat, the extra servings”. “You’re our boy”, Hopkins reminds McNabb,  saying “He thought he was one of them (a white person). His final shot at McNabb?  Claiming McNabb just has a suntan and isn’t really black.

Why Hopkins would compare himself  to a field slave and McNabb to a house slave is just plain out-of-bounds. This is why many people from other races say that blacks always play the race card and bring up racism. Of course Hopkins comments are ignorant and just plain stupid, but this isn’t something that myself or other blacks in America haven’t heard before.

I recall being in college and in the military hearing whispers from other black males, saying I was not acting the way a black guy from LA or “the hood” should act. Even in high school, I would get rejected  by many of the girls who thought I was funny, but not ‘gangsta’ enough. I would always get put in the friend zone by a lot of the black women. It seemed like the more trouble a boy got into, the more they were loved by the ladies.

But getting back to Mr. Hopkins, you sir should have more common sense then that, take personal accountability, and know that there are millions of young ears who hear these words, and at the same time look up to sports figures such as yourself.  One sports writer, Bomani Jones, may have said it best about the boxer: “I don’t know Bernard Hopkins, but I do know that he gets hit in the face for a living.” Known for his very laid back demeanor, when asked for a comment about Hopkins, McNabb replied “SERENITY NOW!”

Jalen Rose called Grant Hill an uncle Tom because Hill attended Duke University and he grew up with an excellent home life. Hill’s father played in the NFL and his mother was also educated and worked while Hill’s father played in the NFL. While Jalen Rose grew up poor and while his father played in the NBA, he never did anything for Rose’s family.

Even people were critical of Barack Obama when he was running for president in 2008. There were many people saying that he was mixed and he wasn’t black enough and wasn’t really black because he had a great education.

Muhammead Ali even called Joe Frazier an uncle tom in the 1970s because he didn’t struggle like Ali did.

The problem with Hopkins, Rose and Ali is that they feel like blacks have to grow up poor in a struggle only to rise up out of it. In this generation, they are a ton of blacks that grow up in middle-class or even rich lifestyles and there is nothing wrong with that.

I could rip Bernard Hopkins for saying these comments, but many people on television have already done that. I believe we have a bigger problem on our hands: the constant criticism of black people who were raised differently from ourselves. Instead of learning about others we make assumptions, confirm them for ourselves, and then wag a disapproving finger at the “other”.

It starts within. You have to know who you are, and where you come from, historically. Respect it, so that you can grow and welcome all blacks and appreciate our differences, because it’s what make us, US!

Jalen Rose: The Real “Uncle Tom”?

By now, many of us have heard something about the Michigan University Fab Five documentary that appeared on ESPN earlier this month. In it, Jalen Rose expressed his discontent for Duke University and one Grant Hill while a freshman at Michigan.  He called Hill an “Uncle Tom” due to Hill’s upbringing.

Jalen Rose was young and uninformed. This explains why he ripped the Duke basketball program for recruiting, in his words, “Uncle Toms.” This is not an unforgivable offense.

But some corrections are in order.

The original Uncle Tom sprung from the fertile mind of author Harriet Beecher Stowe. He was a slave who was beaten to death because he wouldn’t betray the whereabouts of his fellow runaway slaves. The original Uncle Tom would rather die than turn his back on his people. The original Uncle Tom was a hero in the way all martyrs are heroes.

But during the Civil Rights era,  one in which Malcolm X and the Black Panther Party urged their brethren to defend themselves, any beating taken was viewed as less than heroic. Those who allowed themselves to be whipped by white cops, bitten by their dogs, and stung by fire hoses, were branded Uncle Toms. Over time, the term devolved into any black person who acted how white folks wanted them to act. It was assumed the black folks did this because they too wanted to be white.

This is the definition that made its way into the Rose household.

Rose is correct in his synopsis of the Duke program. Coach Mike Krzyzewski has indeed sought and signed those black athletes who most positively represent the university and its storied program. And why wouldn’t he want clean cut, articulate young men who play good defense, hit the boards and excel in academia? Why wouldn’t any coach want that?

But that theory was blown to smithereens by Coach K’s most coveted recruit in the fall of 1996. The kid fit the Duke profile — he was intelligent, thoughtful, and raised by two parents in Lower Merion, Pennsylvania. But Kobe Bryant skipped Duke and took his show to LA. Krzyzewski had to be disappointed. Any team featuring Bryant was certain to cut down several nets. Nonetheless, Krzyzewski persevered and won two more championships.

And Bryant, with five rings and counting, continues to purge us of the notion that for black folks, the only path to greatness is paved with disenfranchisement. Even those who hate him must admit that Kobe Bryant is as ferocious a competitor as any man in sport.

And he is no Uncle Tom.

The modern Uncle Tom is that black person who purposely undercuts the efforts of other black folks who are just going about the daily business of excellence. And when this is done publicly, it’s even more destructive. In that sense, a young Jalen Rose was the corrosive agent who purposely disparaged Grant Hill and his family of overachievers.

I can’t say the same for everyone else. “Tomming” is running rampant these days. Next time you read a story by a black writer who goes out of his way to lampoon some black athlete, coach, or public figure, ask yourself: “Is this guy being sincere, or is he sucking up to those white folks whose view of blackness is limited to what they see on the screen?” Of course he didn’t know any better, but Rose was the real Uncle Tom.

When I was the navy, I had a friend named Chris, who was black and when talking to a group of white folks, one of them would always say,”You talk white.” He once said, “I assumed the achievement of subject-verb agreement in simple conversation was normal among all people.” They’d look confused and I’d fall out laughing.  We had both, already encountered enough inarticulate white folks to know that they did not have a monopoly on general aptitude.

That’s the way it’s always been. That’s how it was when Jackie Robinson opened a letter from Malcolm X. I’m sure you know Jackie’s story, and I’m sure most of you know Malcolm’s story too, most of it at least. Most people leave out the part when he and Martin Luther King became friends in the ultimate act of black unity. (Perhaps this is why black unity remains a myth to some …that’s for a later discussion.)