There’s some brackish water to swim through as one societal stage merges into the next. Though evidence accrues that the West has passed from the Decadent to Despicable. There is no better recent example than the English sacrificing their young peasant girls to the carnal plunder of predatory Pakis. And then systematically conceiling the atrocity. There are few more collective depravities than a society serving up its own children as tribute to the angels.
And though the ordeal of the OU fraternity rappers is nothing by degree, the roles are no different. Adults in positions of authority rolling the heads of the young, naive, and weak down the temple steps. And orgasmically tongue lolling at the gods’ approval.
After OU President Boren and multi-millionaire football coach Stoops linked arms in brave solidarity against a lone ostracized and terrified 20 year old, the young man was offered an opportunity to publicly prostrate himself. This in anticipation of coaxing forth any remaining droplets of succulent moral vanity for the shamans. To his parent’s shame, the boy gratefully accepted and was dispatched to kiss the ring and declare his fealty. I will to blacks be true and faithful and love all which they love and shun all which they shun.
If you can bear its obscene abjectness, the full mea culpa is below.
Thank you all for being here today. Even though I wish with all my heart today’s meeting was not necessary, I am deeply appreciative to the leaders that joined us. Thank you Senator Pittman for inviting me here today – for you are a blessing to me and my mom and dad. I can never thank you enough for the way you have embraced me and opened my eyes to things I had not seen before. [Eyes now very wide to black privilege one imagines]
Let me start by saying that I am sorry … deeply sorry. I am so sorry for the pain I have caused, and I want all of you to know that directly from me. Although not deserved, I ask for your forgiveness.
There are no excuses for my behavior. I never thought of myself as a racist. I never even considered the possibility. But the bottom line is that the words I said in the chant were mean, and hateful… and racist. I will be deeply sorry and deeply ashamed of what I have done for the rest of my life.
Some have wondered why I hadn’t spoken out publicly. The truth is I have had a mix of pain, shame, sorrow and fear over the consequences of my actions. I did not want to apologize to the press or to the whole country until I first came to apologize to those most directly impacted. [that being exactly no one]. So I decided it would be best to wait until the student and community leaders I met with today were back from Spring Break.
I think the best way to express the truth about who I am and what I feel is to read to you a letter that I sent to President Boren a few days after the bus ride. The words in that letter are all heart-felt words, and I thank President Boren for accepting my apology.
Yesterday, I was humbled by the fact that I had a chance to meet face to face with members of the football leadership team. They accepted my apology and together discussed steps we can take to make sure this never happens again.
Over the past week or so, I have met with a number of pastors and leaders in the community to seek understanding of the meaning behind the words I spoke on the bus. Meeting with a few people does not change what I did, but it has begun to change me, and my understanding of those hateful words. Without question, my words on that bus were disgusting and these words should never be repeated under any circumstance. [Except 27,000 times/hour on Wuuuuurl Staaaaar!!]
I am also upset and embarrassed that I failed to stand up as a leader and stop this chant. I now have a clearer understanding of what lives behind the words. From this point forward, I will be the leader I should have been on the bus and stand up against racism in any form. [AIPAC, this means YOU]
Now, before I take a couple of your questions, Let me just say this: All the apologies in the world won’t change what I have done. So I will spend the rest of my life trying to be a person who heals and brings people of all races together. That is what I hope and pray will come out of this.
It doesn’t require a florid imagination to conjure the horrendous impact of this boy’s song on so many lives. As just one instance, I know a harried African lady who came home after shining white men’s shoes all day in the airport to see this grainy video replayed on continuous loop from 14 news channels. The sound of that word heard aloud causing her to swoon on the spot. Only to revive later on a dirty kitchen floor wondering how it all could have come to this. Cradling her children, she began to plaintively wail: Dat white boy done said negro! How we gon git through this little Jamiroquai? How we spose to make it now?
I don’t have an answer for this woman. And I feel no contempt for the boy. That sentiment being reserved for the society that smugly shuttled him into the maw. A drunk kid singing a song on a private bus…brought to this pathetic spectacle. What more may be said than already has? Take it away Reverend.