Greetings folks, I hope you all had a safe and blessed Thanksgiving holiday. Since you all have been giving thanks for the many things in your life during the last couple of days, I felt that it was only right to have my piece lead off the week to bring you all back into the reality of the world that we are actually living in.

I have decided to dedicate my commentary today to ESPN sports analyst Stuart Scott. Today when I speak about Scott I will be refer to him by using the name “Coon”, for that is what exactly he is.

The word “coon” is a very harsh adjective that shouldn’t be handed out nonchalantly, so let me explain and later defend my stance right now.

Stuart Scott’s consistent lack to correct or defend the statement above clearly shows that he is nothing but a mere puppet, a token even in the ABC/ESPN family. Not only did he not correct the issue, but he cited this misinformation to ESPN viewers on several occasions.

Let the record show that Ron Artest wanted time off to promote an R&B album.

Which if analyzing the situation with a rationale mind, today’s Rap & R&B music scene is like comparing raisins to grapes, but White America doesn’t realize that, and thus with the misinformation given by the mother network of sports entertainment, ESPN and every other news affiliate sucking on it’s nipple relaying the same story, rap music was once again given a black eye.

When a large majority of Americans hear the words “rap music” in today’s media it is normally followed with many derogative terms such as thugs, shooting, arrest, degrading women and/or drug possession.

Therefore, it didn’t surprise me to hear news outlets cite that Artest wanted to promote a rap album; it gave a subconscious message to many that rap music is only associated with asinine acts such as an employee asking to take time off his real job to promote something as uncultured and perilous as rap music (A way it’s portrayed in America). With the constant bashing the media outlets were giving Artest, it was killing two birds with one stone: It scrutinized the young black million dollar athlete, who left college early, (therefore he isn’t educated) as well as hip hop, who walks around with a punching bag on it’s back.

However, I was somewhat taken aback when I heard Stuart Scott feeding right in with his white counterparts. I mean, here you have a Black man that made his niche as an ESPN broadcaster by reciting rap lyrics and using urban terms. As annoying as he is with his over usage of these sayings, many Blacks felt that they finally had someone they could relate to in a field that has been saturated with White men since its conception. And when he said nothing to correct the blatant error (the name of the group Artest was “promoting” is Allure and was mentioned on the air by Artest himself) it automatically showed me that he is nothing but a puppet that is allowed to show his “urban” side only to appeal to the urban audience, but obliviously isn’t permitted to go any further in terms of speaking up for his culture, or the culture that he portrays to represent on television.

It saddens me that Stuart Scott and other African American sports reporters would not speak up and say something on this issue. It seems as if these individuals are content with being a face, a figure head even that fellow African Americans can relate to and in some cases, even look up to, but if stepping up for what is right will jeopardize their careers in anyway, they are quick to sit on their hands and hold their tongues.

Until these African Americans stop cooning, they will never garner the respect that their fellow brother or sister should have for them. But on the flip side, coons don’t care about their own people, they just want to please the man…so to Scott and the others, keep up the good work for the “man”, I’m sure they will show their appreciation for you way down the road.

Freakin Sell Outs.

Until next time people, get it together.

Peace

Angree Bruther

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