What kind of crazy, fucked-up world do we live in where Jay Z makes a deal with the NFL and Nike’s Colin Kaepernick shoe sells out?
One in which keeping your mouth shut for money is passe and being a member of the group is less important than being an individual.
It’s the sixties all over again. Despite the cries of OK Boomer!, there’s been a sea change in the ethos of the populace, and once again the old white men are out of touch.
Aren’t the people buying Kap’s shoe supposed to be the fans of the NFL?
Well, if that’s not true, aren’t African-Americans the soul of the NFL?
The NBA realized this and the players gained power. Furthermore, the NBA allowed the game and its penumbra to be fluid, as opposed to being sacrosanct, as it is in the NFL. The players rule the NBA, they’re serfs on Maggie’s Farm in the NFL.
But doesn’t money rule? Aren’t the billionaires in control? Don’t they know what’s best for America?
No.
