Kyrie, Shut Up, Apologize, and You May Get to Dribble Again
But Don’t Hold Your Breath Waiting for that to Happen
I have tried to keep out of the media hysteria surrounding Brooklyn Nets basketball player Kyrie Irving. God knows I do not want to be canceled out like Ye and Kyrie, but it is inevitable that sooner or later, I must lift my voice above the latest high-tech lynching of a Black man who dared to think for himself.
After all, speaking up for the despised is my purpose in life, the eternal advocate for the “Damned.” I can no more keep quiet than a bird can refrain from flying or chickens can stop laying eggs. It is why I am on the earth and bearing the wrath of the maddening mob is my cross to carry. I shoulder this cross with honor and dignity, love, and joy.
Let me hasten to add that I spent three and one-half hours watching the documentary Hebrews to Negroes: Wake Up Black America — The Movie, and anyone who wishes to take me to the task can do so only after spending the time to watch the entire documentary.
When a public outcry arose over Irving’s tweet of a link to the documentary, I was not interested in viewing the documentary; in light of Kyrie’s history of proclaiming that the world is flat and his refusal to get the COVID-19 vaccination.
