Apparently we’ve found the lone celebrity Chelsea Handler has yet to bed. It’s Lil Wayne.
Thursday the rapper tweeted support for President Trump’s proposed economic strategy for black Americans, The Platinum Plan, and included a picture of himself smiling next to the president.
As of this writing, Ms. Handler has not publicly reminded Lil Wayne of her definition of blackness or offered him the privilege of banging a 45-year-old white Thot. It appears Ms. Handler has left the scolding of Lil Wayne to her former black f–k boy 50 Cent. The G-Unit rapper who drew Handler’s rebuke for bashing Joe Biden’s tax plan tweeted disapproval of Wayne’s photographed embrace of Trump.
I don’t have a problem with Thots — white, black or brown. My problem is with liberals, particularly white ones, who attempt to control and limit the thoughts, actions and power of black people.
It is both necessary and healthy for black people to diversify their political opinion and support. Iron sharpens iron. Conflict and resistance strengthen muscles.
Chelsea Handler and other white liberals seem committed to keeping black people weak and dependent. Their actions create the impression they want us (black people) eliminated from the intellectual olympics. They elected themselves the stewards of our culture and political point of view.
Ms. Handler’s public admonishment of Curtis Jackson (50 Cent) was reprehensibly racist and egomaniacal. What was worse is that Mr. Jackson allowed her to do it without a strong public condemnation.
Too many black people mistake affinity for respect or value affinity above respect. Absent respect, affection is inauthentic and worthless. Affection pleasures the giver as much as — if not more than — the receiver. Respect honors the receiver alone and reveals the character of the giver.
Affection is self-indulgent. That is its allure.
I’m no different from 50 Cent. I’ve shared affection with white liberal women. I’ve witnessed them display their lack of respect, their ego and their feelings of superiority. They get comfortable in the relationship and what they believe the inter-racial coupling says about them. In their mind, they elevate above bigotry and bias and suddenly they have a firmer grasp on authentic blackness than their black partner.
It’s why Rachel Dolezal transitioned to black. In her mind, she knows more about being black than the average black person. The same is true for black impersonator Shaun King, the social justice warrior. Sadly, many black people actually believe liberal white people are the ideal overseers of blackness. Rachel Dolezal and Shaun King play black because they know we are programmed to welcome their oversight.
I am hard on white liberals. My critique of their behavior spawns the idea that I think they’re all evil. That is not remotely true. It’s been my life experience that many of them are well-intentioned.
I would have never built a successful journalism career without the assistance of Bob Hammel, Andy Graham, Bill O’Connor, Mike Weinstein, Trish Greene and Anne Allen, a group of left-leaning editors and writers at the Bloomington Herald-Times and Charlotte Observer.
When I graduated from Ball State in 1990, I was extremely raw as a writer and reporter. I wasn’t qualified for full-time work. I had to accept a part-time job in Bloomington for $5 an hour covering high school sports. Hammel and Graham tutored me in their spare time. After a year, they had coached me to the point that I was qualified to cover Little League and high school sports for the Charlotte Observer in Rock Hill, South Carolina. I was paid $403 a week.
From there, O’Connor, Greene, Allen and Weinstein taught me how to really write and report. It took about four months of grinding every day. O’Connor was brutal like a football coach. My skills dramatically improved.
The problem was, once I got good, I started having problems with liberals who wanted to control the pace and level of my success. Once I became independent of liberal crutches and able to run as a journalist on my own, my relationship with liberal editors became riddled with conflict.
I landed a job with the Ann Arbor News covering Michigan’s Fab Five basketball team and football program. I had instant success. The editor of the paper went from championing me as his greatest hire to competing with my local notoriety.
I landed a full-time column-writing gig with the Kansas City Star in 1994 for $65,000 a year. I had instant success. In fact, I had so much success that within six months of my arrival, without me asking, the editors raised my salary to $100,000 with $25,000 raises the next three years. Kevin Warren, now the commissioner of the Big Ten, volunteered to serve as my agent.
I was so successful in Kansas City, the editors, Art Brisbane and Mark Zieman, decided to invest additional money in the entire sports department. They concluded they needed a brash, young sports editor to go along with their brash, young sports columnist. They presented me a list of candidates to be the new sports editor.
I chose Dinn Mann, an assistant sports editor in Atlanta. It’s probably the biggest mistake I made in my career. At the time, I hadn’t figured out that my competence and success bothered the white liberals forced to work with me. In one of his first acts as the new sports editor — within a month of taking the job — Mann told Brisbane and Zieman that I was overpaid. Zieman inadvertently informed me of this when I questioned some of Mann’s initial actions.
Mann spent the next several years at the Kansas City Star trying to prove I was overvalued. His campaign included promoting Joe Posnanski as the best sports columnist in America.
I had advised Mann to hire Posnanski. I’d followed his work for several years. He preceded me in Rock Hill and worked as a sports columnist in Augusta, Georgia and Cincinnati. His column style perfectly complemented my style. I patterned my style after Mike Royko, a plain-spoken, in-your-face Chicago columnist. Posnanski patterned his style after Mitch Albom, a flowery storyteller who specialized in framable hagiographies.
Posnanski won APSE awards. I won readers. It was a great combination.
Mann tried to use Posnanski to diminish me. Mann was eventually removed from the sports department. He was allowed to hire his replacement, Rick Vacek, a Northern California liberal. Vacek took me to lunch once a week and told me no one in Kansas City read my columns. He did this while a steady stream of Kansas Citians stopped by our table to greet me and tell me how much they loved my work.
I could go on with story after story. My point is white liberals find my success, value and independence to be a “kick in the nuts,” as one recently told me. My experience with white conservatives has been that they find my skill, value and independence as assets that can be monetized. White liberals look for ways to diminish me. They compete with me. There is no one black who is their equal, and there certainly is no one black more valuable than them. White conservatives look for ways to assist my growth, as long as they, too, can benefit from that growth. My value and skill do not threaten them.
All of this became clear to me when I worked at ESPN from 2013 to 2015. White liberals and their black flunkies worked tirelessly to demean me and my accomplishments. The Deadspin takedowns were all just white liberal tears packaged on a convenient black face (Greg Howard).
Lil Wayne, Ice Cube, 50 Cent and Kanye are waking up to a reality that I didn’t fully comprehend until my mid-40s. Affinity is a poor substitute for respect and freedom.
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