Phil Mushnick (and Those Who Agree With Him), Tell Us Why You’re Really Mad at Jay-Z
I’ve been frustrated with Phil Mushnick for the past five days. If you didn’t know, the NY Post writer wrote some rather inappropriate and disrespectful words in a piece on not relying on the media to evaluate bad behavior (as related to sports figures), and in the article he took a special non-liking to Jay-Z when he wrote:
“As long as the Nets are allowing Jay-Z to call their marketing shots — what a shock that he chose black and white as the new team colors to stress, as the Nets explained, their new “urban” home — why not have him apply the full Jay-Z treatment?
“Why the Brooklyn Nets when they can be the New York N——s? The cheerleaders could be the Brooklyn B—-hes or Hoes. Team logo? A 9 mm with hollow-tip shell casings strewn beneath. Wanna be Jay-Z hip? Then go all the way!”
It’s amazing how something as simple as new team colors that ironically would have been a symbol of racial equality in another point in time or context could spark such hatred—hatred the author fails to see, further making the case for his ignorance. As you can imagine, the piece went viral as quickly as charges that Mushnick is nothing but a racist bigot did, yet his only response has been if you want to find the real racist, look no further than Mr. Shawn Carter.
“Such obvious, wishful and ignorant mischaracterizations of what I write are common,” he wrote in a rebuttal. “I don’t call black men the N-word; I don’t regard young women as bitches and whores; I don’t glorify the use of assault weapons and drugs. Jay-Z, on the other hand…..Is he the only NBA owner allowed to call black men N—ers?
“Jay-Z profits from the worst and most sustaining self-enslaving stereotypes of black-American culture and I’M the racist? Some truths, I guess, are just hard to read, let alone think about.”
Mushnick’s argument isn’t new. Every so often, a white man who’s been overcome with an uncontrollable thirst to use the word n*gger verbally or in writing without being politically incorrect has used rap as the crux of his argument. It’s a juvenile, two wrongs make a right stance they wouldn’t let their 6-year-old child get away with if he hit someone on the playground for calling him names. Yet every other day, week, or month, a white man tries to prove he wants to show us n*ggers the err of our ways by pointing out the self-enslaving stereotypes of black-American culture we’ve subscribed to. Thank you, white man. I don’t know what we’d do without you showing us the light.
The thing is, what Mushnick isn’t saying is the real reason he has a problem with Jay-Z: because he can’t stand the fact that a Bed-Stuy drug dealer made it from selling heroine in the Marcy projects to being a part owner of the Brooklyn Nets and the power that comes along with that. Moving the team to Brooklyn, building a stadium there, changing the logo—all of these things are nothing more than a sign to Mushnick that n*ggers are taking over and I can only imagine how many times he crapped his pants trembling with fear over the threat of the growing power of the black race as he wrote that article. And that’s exactly why he wants to reduce Jay-Z to nothing more than a thug who calls black people b *tches, h*es, and n*ggas all day long.