"I told the woman the the kids were using a $10mm art work as a toy, she told me I knew nothing abt kids."
Earlier this week, in an op-ed published in Sports Illustrated, Sherman attempted once more to explain his angry outburst. “It was loud,” he wrote, “it was in the moment, and it was just a small part of the person I am.” But one of the most difficult things about being a black person in America is that, in many people’s eyes, a momentary lapse in concentration, an instant of acting outside the boundaries of what’s acceptable, is never just a small part of who you are. It defines you, it envelopes you, it’s the real you shining through after years of deceiving people into thinking that you were smart, decent, kind, hardworking—the opposite of all those other hoodlums. Richard Sherman is fast, but nothing in sports is faster than how quickly a successful and talented black person in America can be reduced to nothing but a nigger thug.
Off the dome, here’s some stuff I wrote in 2013 that I enjoyed.
McQueen shutting it down back in 2011.