Bunch of people who sold crack in the ‘80s had their lives ruined. Some of these people we see on the streets everyday asking for spare change. Families destroyed. Let’s not act like we actually care about second chances here. It’s all about who gets a second chance.
This is what I’m talking about, man. This country didn’t care about how its veterans were treated until Kap took a knee and that became the safe out instead of talking about the issues he wanted to discuss.
We’re always trying to shift goal posts. And in the process the hypocritical nature of discourse in this country just becomes even more apparent.
“Deny us chances later in life.” Man, miss me with that BS. You know how many friends I got either locked up right now or either still on parole at 30+ because of a nonviolent crime they took a plea for back in the early 2000s? All they’re seen as menaces to society. FOH.
I’m supposed to give a man who is nominated for the Supreme Court a second chance just days after the narrative flipped and tried to make Botham Jean a villain for having weed in his house—after he got killed in that same house.
Like no bull, bruh. I can’t imagine being a woman, knowing how they’re treated on a daily basis, and seeing people who aren’t them being given positions of authority over their bodies. I empathize deeply, but being a man I could never truly understand.
America has a fetish of repeating its mistakes and we wonder why nothing much changes. That’s bigger than sports. And if you can’t see that, your ignorance is showing.
So before one of y’all whistleblowers start running to some outlet saying here’s another ESPN employee talking politics, nothing I’ve said here has been politically driven. It’s about right and wrong. The worst thing you can do to society sometimes is hold a mirror to it.
I just did a story a few weeks ago where I stood in the same exact spots MLK and Malcolm X were assassinated. Don’t tell this country is different when people white wash King and still call X a terrorist.
Stand on that Lorraine Motel balcony and look at the window where that bullet came from. Stand in the Audubon Ballroom and picture X’s last moments. The only “second chance” they received was a holiday most opposed and a classic Spike Lee movie.
I’m done, man. Just be cognizant of how victims are painted and villains are glorified. And how society immortalizes both.
