STICKS & STONES
Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 5:55 pm
Sticks & Stones
So, what about this Kramer (Michael Richards) thing? If you’ve been living in a cave somewhere, playing Yahtzee with Osama bin Laden, you might not have heard about the little comedy stage overkill retaliation fit he opened up on a couple of African American hecklers in his audience. During the heretofore unexplained rant, Richards made some unfortunate and ill-advised verbalizations of the old “N” word, and media hell opened up and swallowed him. Since then, he has humbly apologized to everyone from Jesse Jackson to God, but apparently that’s not enough. A transgression as monumental as this can be rectified by only one thing. Money.
The two victims of this verbal holocaust have retained the services of a high profile LA attorney. “Why”, you may ask, “would these young men need an attorney?” They haven’t been charged with any crime. Heckling isn’t against the law. Perhaps Richards’ words carried with them some invisible daggers that twirled stealthily above the rest of the crowd, striking these innocent hecklers, slicing open their jugulars, allowing their blood to spill out in buckets. As we all know, there’s only one thing that can heal one from such massive wounds. Money.
Maybe these young men, having grown up in such a gentle and enlightened age, have never heard the “N” word used before – and it created in them such psychological trauma that only a big stack of G-notes will come close to paying the bills for all the psychiatric treatment they’ll surely have to endure for the remainders of their suddenly worthless lives. Apologies can’t do that. Apologies are only words.
One thing is for sure. Fifty years from now, those of us still walking this previously gentle and enlightened earth will be able to tell our grandchildren exactly where we were and what we were doing at the moment Michael Richards, on a comedy club stage where nothing profane had ever been said, uttered those fateful words. It was an end of the innocence, my friends – when the global peace and harmony we had so enjoyed for centuries was shattered like so many Molotov cocktails against some forgotten American Embassy wall. In the blink of an eye, white folk began to fear and look down upon black folk. Blacks began to distrust and resent whites. Muslims declared war on Christians. Genocide occurred in Africa. Conservatives blamed Liberals. Liberals got high. And people began to cheat on their taxes. And turmoil and anarchy was born in the world. Even rap music took on an anti-social and violent tone.
If only Michael Richards had possessed the foresight, grace, and wisdom to walk up to those innocent hecklers, kiss them on the lips, and hand them each a thousand dollars, instead of succumbing to the Klansman within, we’d all still be living in the Garden of Eden. After all, none of us had ever before used a racial epithet
But he didn’t do it that way. So now we must live in the world Kramer made for us.
© 2006 Rick Baber
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So, what about this Kramer (Michael Richards) thing? If you’ve been living in a cave somewhere, playing Yahtzee with Osama bin Laden, you might not have heard about the little comedy stage overkill retaliation fit he opened up on a couple of African American hecklers in his audience. During the heretofore unexplained rant, Richards made some unfortunate and ill-advised verbalizations of the old “N” word, and media hell opened up and swallowed him. Since then, he has humbly apologized to everyone from Jesse Jackson to God, but apparently that’s not enough. A transgression as monumental as this can be rectified by only one thing. Money.
The two victims of this verbal holocaust have retained the services of a high profile LA attorney. “Why”, you may ask, “would these young men need an attorney?” They haven’t been charged with any crime. Heckling isn’t against the law. Perhaps Richards’ words carried with them some invisible daggers that twirled stealthily above the rest of the crowd, striking these innocent hecklers, slicing open their jugulars, allowing their blood to spill out in buckets. As we all know, there’s only one thing that can heal one from such massive wounds. Money.
Maybe these young men, having grown up in such a gentle and enlightened age, have never heard the “N” word used before – and it created in them such psychological trauma that only a big stack of G-notes will come close to paying the bills for all the psychiatric treatment they’ll surely have to endure for the remainders of their suddenly worthless lives. Apologies can’t do that. Apologies are only words.
One thing is for sure. Fifty years from now, those of us still walking this previously gentle and enlightened earth will be able to tell our grandchildren exactly where we were and what we were doing at the moment Michael Richards, on a comedy club stage where nothing profane had ever been said, uttered those fateful words. It was an end of the innocence, my friends – when the global peace and harmony we had so enjoyed for centuries was shattered like so many Molotov cocktails against some forgotten American Embassy wall. In the blink of an eye, white folk began to fear and look down upon black folk. Blacks began to distrust and resent whites. Muslims declared war on Christians. Genocide occurred in Africa. Conservatives blamed Liberals. Liberals got high. And people began to cheat on their taxes. And turmoil and anarchy was born in the world. Even rap music took on an anti-social and violent tone.
If only Michael Richards had possessed the foresight, grace, and wisdom to walk up to those innocent hecklers, kiss them on the lips, and hand them each a thousand dollars, instead of succumbing to the Klansman within, we’d all still be living in the Garden of Eden. After all, none of us had ever before used a racial epithet
But he didn’t do it that way. So now we must live in the world Kramer made for us.
© 2006 Rick Baber
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