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.
Then I watched a press conference where Kyrie addressed the tweet. He stated that he took responsibility for posting the documentary, did not intend to harm anyone, did not produce the documentary (Ronald Dalton, Jr. did), and did not believe everything contained in the documentary.
In real-time, my ears heard an apology from Kyrie, but several reporters followed up, asking him to issue an apology. Kyrie had just delivered an apology without being asked to apologize for his actions. So he repeated the apology he had previously given in his own words. And still, his apology was not good enough for the reporters. One reporter blurted out, “But why won’t you say I apologize?”
To which Kyrie replied, “Ask me a basketball question.”