Throw Tiger to the Woods?

Do we really expect Tiger to talk? Should he really talk to the police? C’mon! If you recall the incident of January 2008 on the Golf Channel when the female broadcaster made the “lynch” remark, you will remember that Mr. Woods had no problem with it. And most of Amerika had no problem with his silence or acceptance of such a suggestive and historical term being used by his “friend”. Ouch! Only in Amerika!
Tiger loves his privacy. And though it is unclear as to what happened… no one is dead, complaining or seriously injured. Sure - some emotions have been provoked and questioned. Yet, talking to the police would be the wrong thing to do when you consider that he did nothing illegal. There are so many other infractions in Florida that deserve investigation. Some new - some old. Think!

Tiger will remain the commercial, token athlete/spokesperson for items that offer little to the consciousness or well-being of humanity in a time when going green is paramount. And certainly, his decision to ignore complicities inflicted on the downtrodden and/or choice of complement will continue in a vein that portrays self-hatred.
Tiger isn’t doing anything that Amerika and the media have not sanctioned or manufactured. And though I disagree with a many of his choices, I cheer for him on the green. He is a talented athlete, but I have learned that he will not and cannot speak for me. And now that he has chosen to not talk to the police… I am saluting him. Sure - there will be more incidents that expose those who can and decide not to for their careers. But...he set an example for those threatened by the law and the numerous confusing and corrupt codes.

Buying Black, Giving Back!

If we began to list the things that Black people don’t like or don’t do, the list would be long and exhaustive. Hell! Blacks don’t tip. They don’t skydive. They shy away from rock climbing. Of course, they aren’t particular about Country music. They don’t like their meat raw and bloody. They aren’t Nascar fans. Blacks avoid the extreme heat. They aren’t crazy about cold weather, either. We could go on and on and we’d find a Black or Brown face doing or liking what we have been led to believe they wouldn’t. But what bothers me is the idea that Black folks don’t like supporting Black businesses. The numbers are small or else we’d pull resources to create jobs and at minimum, employ our women.
It is common knowledge that a high percentage of mom and pops stores, owned by Blacks, are expensive and under stocked. Perhaps, this fact coupled with post-slavery trauma syndrome and the Willie Lynch theory makes buying black a difficult task. We have seemingly been conditioned to accept abuse, disrespect and poor service from community invaders who know that the Black dollar is a spent dollar. And of course, we gladly spend with outsiders despite their intentions to only suck money from our communities. Well, efforts are being made to educate Blacks about spending within our communities. I recall Warren Ballentine rallying his listeners to participate in a National BlackOut in 2007. And of course, the Andersons have committed to spending an entire year buying black. At a glance I would not have imagined it. I now understand what my jegna meant by not being quick to judge.
Somehow, we must learn to love, trust and appreciate ourselves and just maybe – we can love those who look like us. Please, take a page from the Andersons.

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