I am home from picking the boys up from their Nana’s house. My Love and…
Some thoughts on The NBA Finals and Racism
I am not thinking about the NBA Finals. Game 1 starts tonight between the Cleveland Cavaliers and the Golden State Warriors. Third year in a row and the biggest names in professional basketball on the brightest stage.
It promises to be epic.
And I feel the need to talk about racism.
About a day or so ago, Lebron James’ Los Angeles home was vandalized. They sprayed the word NIGGER on his property. I was going to say the N-word; however, I believe we need to feel it. We need to stop shying away from the realities in front of us.
Only through acceptance can we reshape our reality into what we want.
Lebron james is arguably the most recognizable athlete in the United States, if not on this whole fuckin’ planet. He is friends with presidents, CEOs, celebrities, etc. Royalty make special trips to see this man play basketball. Lebron is a budding philanthropist and businessman that is in the process of building an empire of which I am not sure anyone has seen before. He is known as the King; he is hailed as the savior of, not only the Cleveland Cavaliers, but the city as a whole.
No one is exempt.
Lebron James is not exempt.
His family is not exempt.
They have been victimized by the ills that have plagued this country since its inception. I said I wanted to talk about racism but I don’t think that’s our problem — I used to.
The problem is hate.
Here is the thing about hate: Hate doesn’t care what color your skin is. Hate doesn’t care how much money you make, who you know, or where you came from. Hate will always find something about you to hate. Fuck reason and logic. It doesn’t have to make sense; it will do what it does.
Hate is good at being hate.
…and so the saga continues.
The conversations ensue. Some are angry and some aren’t angry enough. And no one understands. Sure we understand our own perspectives but the other side (we still think there is an other side) remains obscure.
So I am done talking. I want to communicate. Talking is about me; communicating is about us — it is about WE.
Can we communicate our respective agony with one another in a way we understand each other? Can I hear the dialect of your heart over the words of your speech?
Racism is real; race is an illusion. They both are inventions of hate. And the only way we win is through Love, Compassion, and Forgiveness. We will never win as long as it’s us against them — as long as it’s us against them, we have already lost.
To The King:
Thank you, sir.
Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you allowing yourself to be the catalyst by which we can continue to have healthy conversation. It cannot be easy to be in that position. The possibility of your family being in danger of becoming victims of this hate.
I pray wholeness, light and balance on you and your family. I pray outrageous blessings and unconditional love on you and yours.
Good luck tonight and for the rest of the Finals. I am going for the Warriors but I never have been perfect. It is what it is, right?
Love you, Brother.
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