Welcome to the dog days of summer! The world is without NFL and NBA action for the next few months so I find myself reading about them educating myself in the world of sports and how it interacts with society. For the next few weeks MindRite will be letting you know what sports books to read while you’re on the bus, metro, or subway in transit from work or in the car or plane in between vacation, or when your significant other makes you sleep on the couch and have nothing better to do.
Shields lets you see deep into the mind of a middle aged white man who is an obsessive Seattle SuperSonics fan bored with everyday life. Throughout the book Shields notices racism within the NBA and in his own life and shares his prospective with us. My description cannot do the book justice, so I have including the, “Author’s Note,� along with a few passages, enjoy!
“During the 1994-95 NBA season, I attended nearly all of the Seattle SuperSonics’ home games; watched on TV nearly all their away games; listened to countless pre- and post-game interviews and call-in shows on the radio; talked to or tried to talk to players, coaches, agents, journalists, fans, my wife; corresponded with members of the Sonics newsgroup on the Internet; read articles and articles and articles. Although I’m a passionate basketball fan and Sonics fan, when I was writing the book I wasn’t interested in the game per se-who won, who lost, the minutiae of strategy. I was interested in how the game gets discussed. By the end of the season, I’d accumulated hundreds of pages of often illegible notes, the roughest of rough drafts. Over the last three years, I transformed those notes into this book- a daily dairy which runs the length of one team’s long forgotten season and which is now focused, to the point of obsession, on how white people (including especially myself) think about and talk about black heroes, black scapegoats, black bodies
What John Edgar Wideman calls “our country’s love/hate affair with the black body� can be seen nowhere more clearly than in the National Basketball Association, which is a photo negative of American race relations: strong young black men have some of the power, much of the money, and all of the fun. The NBA is a place where, without ever acknowledging it- and because it’s never acknowledged, it’s that much more potent and telling- white fans and black players enact and quietly explode virtually every racial issue and tension in the culture at large. Race, the league’s taboo, is the league’s biggest subject.
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Auother’s Note
“Virtually every NBA team has a white coach and (out of three assistant coaches) one black assistant coach, who acts as mediator between players and coach. Paul, my friend and former graduate student, calls these black assistant coaches “lawn jockeys.� The Sonics’ new black assistant coach, Dwayne Casey, “who got hired to baby-sit Kemp,� recruited Kemp to the University of Kentucky for a brief time Kemp was there before leaving� Everything Else Is They (p31).
“Kemp and New Jersey’s Derrick Coleman are remarkably deferential to each other, talking, laughing, kidding each other, helping each other up, barely playing defense against each other. They played together in Toronto this summer on Dream Team II. Fans want to think it’s us against them (Seattle vs. New Jersey, say) and that the players on “our� team are in cahoots with us, in some difficult-to-define way- difficult to define, since their contempt for us is so manifest. One of the things I’ve felt at the games so far is how bound together the five Sonics on the floor are with the five players on the floor for the other team, like boxers, and how the opposition is really the noise of the everything else- coaches, refs, cameras, commercials, mascots, especially fans. The players are the ones sharing the jokes together at the foul line. Fans always want to ask Player X what he was saying out there on the court to Player Y. Player X always deflects the question, since it is, in a sense rude to question. It’s tantamount to asking lovers the content of their pillow talk: it’s our camaraderie, not yours� Everyone Else Is They (p36).
“11.24.94- Robert Parish, a former Boston Celtic playing this year with Charlotte- asked by reporters what he meant in a Boston Globe article last week that quoted him as saying, “Boston is a white town; they like white heroes�- replies, “I said this town is a white town that appreciates their white players. It caters to their white heroes. It has nothing to do with race. I don’t want to get into that racial thing. It’s not about race. It’s just a fact.� What interests me is not what Parish says, which is a bromide- working-class Irish Catholics don’t embrace black athletes- but that he feels compelled to pretend to undo what he’s saying even as he’s saying it, thus enacting the weird code in which this discussion almost always gets encrypted.� Everyone Else Is They (p41).
“Laurie and I and our friends Karen and Ross go see Pulp Fiction, which Laurie and Karen and Ross like a lot more than I do. To me, Pulp Fiction just comes down to Tarantino’s getting to play the only white character in the history of the movies who is cool enough to say “nigger� to a black man and use it- mean it- as black vernacular.� Proof Of My Own Racism (p57).
“12.8.94- On the George Karl Show, a caller asks about the progress of a rookie with the perfect name of Dontonio Wingfield (Cf. Angela Davis: “I think we can have an obsession with naming ourselves because for so much of our history we were named by someone else.�) Karl replies, “Well, it’s kind of unfortunate, because with a coach and a rookie in the NBA a lot of negativity tends to build up, and so he becomes sort of a whipping boy.� He immediately corrects this. “A whipping post. But Dontonio is coming along.� Karl’s enlightened enough to know that he shouldn’t say “whipping boy,� but not so enlightened that the phrase didn’t come, unbidden, from his mouth.� Proof Of My Own Racism (p61).
“In the NBA, as nowhere else in America, white people are utterly beholden to black people, and they’re not about to let us off that easily; it is kind of very mild payback for the last five hundred years.� The Beautiful and the Useful (p91).
“1.7.95- Driving home from work, a white female colleague in the English department picks up a black male hitch hiker in order to prove to herself that she is not racist. She tells the hitch hiker, “I picked you up to prove to myself I’m not racist.�
The hitch hiker says, “You’re a fool. I could have killed you.�
Converting our Self-Loathing to Hatred (p103).
“Payton hits a 3-pointer, and as he runs back down the court along the sideline, a fan offers him a high-five, which Payton quite pointedly refuses; then, just as pointedly, he high-fives Kemp. I ain’t your fuckin’ plaything, I feel Gary telling the fan, I ain’t your buddy, you don’t know me, don’t think you can slap my palm.� An Agony of Enthralldom (p149.)
“Apropos of the NCAA Final Four college basketball tournament, which is being held in Seattle in a few days, a white fan calls Rob Tepper (T-Man) on KJR and says about North Carolina’s Rasheed Wallace, “The boy can play ball�
T-Man is very quick to say, “Refer to him as a man. He’s a man.�
Fan: “He’s a man.�
T-Man: “He is THE man.�
Fan: “He’s THE man.�
This is all very sentimental and easy. What’s interesting is the next thing T-Man says: “He refers to you as boy.� Can you feel now what power feels like?� Can You Feel What Power Feels Like? (p163.)