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Wednesday, September 9th, 2009 at 11:15 am  |  41 responses

Things Done Changed

You might look at No. 3 differently now, you might think he flipped, but make no mistake—Allen Iverson is still the same person he’s always been.

The wait is over…Allen Iverson will be playing ball  in the NBA next year, after all.  Aside from his jersey color, our expectations of what Iverson will do have changed, too. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, though. Because no matter how he performs on the court next year, AI is still someone who shaped many things about the league, it’s perception, and the way those who followed it watched and grew-for better or worse-for years. But don’t take my word for it. Let Scoop remind you.—Adam Fleischer

SLAM 55 Feature, Allen Iverson

by Scoop Jackson

“I don’t know/What this world’s gonna do/But I know one thing/That this is the life of me…”

Could it be his baggy shorts or his tat’d neck that makes him different than y’all? Or is that what made him King? There is a soundtrack to this man’s life. It’s concrete driven, on 22s. You’ve heard it before, every time y’all sneak into Rucker Park, hoping to see Bad Boy play Loud Records or maybe get a glimpse of Hot Sauce vs. Headache. You hear Escalades and Navis glide by. Jadakiss, Cormega or Fabolous. You can’t deny it. Then you escape before it gets black, back up to the Hamptons to tell your friends. You get hooked on the bezels and the Bentleys. The Grant Hill jersey is an afterthought now, Mitchell & Ness has your new order: PHILA 3. But you still don’t know what “Cru Thik” means. Still, Moms and Pops are getting concerned. They’re noticing changes. It’s too late. Guess who’s coming to dinner?

“Thug it like that/My whole crew rugged like that/Getting’ money in the ghetto ’cause I love it like that/Now, that’s gangsta…”

The soundtrack continues. A bad boy’s saga. No one has been able to do this. Especially with darkness making up their skin tone. It is here, at this point, where most others flip. Switch. Cross over. Sell out. Cut their ’rows for White America, airbrush the tats for Madison Avenue, change the people around them. For five years, the world waited. Waited to see when he was going to fold. They’ve seen this before, “niggers” like him coming into their living rooms, onto the walls of their children’s bedrooms, signature sneaks and $150 jerseys in their closets. They’ve dealt with the infiltration. Like Jordan, the defiant years: Double gold ropes, Kool Moe Dee in the headphones, non-white kicks on the feet, etc. Then come the subtle shifts: McDonald’s and Gatorade ads, golf, Chevy rides, Fresh Prince instead of KRS. America falls in love. And Ice Cube’s “They’ll find another…” lyric comes home.

For this one though, the one who rocks the bandanas and wife-beaters on his off days, there was a resistance they hadn’t seen before. “We’ll get him, too,” they’d say. And for him, they were willing to wait it out because deep down, they knew he wanted their acceptance, their embrace, their money. But they ain’t know him. Year One, Year Two, Year Three… Nothing. No change. American frustration sets in. “Mommy, I want my hair like Iverson’s,” they’d yell, already rocking the bandanas and white tees. Mommy’s internal response: “I’ll be glad when that damn Allen Iverson grows up.” That’s how they’d put it. “Grow up,” meaning: be less ghetto, be less scary, be less black. Year Four, Year Five. Mommy is still waiting.

“E’rybody got a story/We all ghetto, B/Here’s mine/See I was born in sewage…”

It would be nice to sit here and write that we told you so, America. Of course, that would be condescending, unethical…but fuck it, we did. We did it in ’96, making him the first non-NBA player to ever bless the cover of this magazine; giving him his first national media cover, period. We did it again in ’97, right after he won the Rookie Game MVP and the NBA put a “gag order” on his media privileges. 1998. 1999. Now, Cover Five. We exalted him to Jay-Z status, simply because, unlike the rest of America, there was no reasonable doubt in our minds that he was going to become a one-man dynasty like no other. What we didn’t know was that the rest of the country would see past the glaciers of ice and give AI love. He suddenly began poppin’ up on the covers of magazines that had previously wanted nothing to do with him, or, if they did, called him “basketball’s Mike Tyson.” All of a sudden his “image” wasn’t threatening, it was “marketable.” They started to accept him as he was. They knew there was money to be made off him. They started listening to the soundtrack.

SLAM 55 Feature, Allen Iverson“And I/Get chains/And I/Get brains/And I/Sit sic in the 4.6/And we/Get low/And we/Get dough/And we/Cold D so now the streets know…”

While leading the League in scoring, he’d make a comment that would start to change the perception. “I’d rather have more heart than talent any day.” That would become his m.o., his “I Have A Dream” statement, his definition. With a fucked-up shoulder, broken toe, sprained right elbow and chip fracture in his left ankle, etc., etc., the walls of hate started coming down. The SI cover: “Allen Iverson. Not As Bad As You Think.” The John Q. Publics began to understand. So by the time ESPN The Magazine jumped on late last season, the Iverson Bandwagon was already sitting on chrome.

“Triple-beam playas/Schemin’ for the cream playas/Them mean playas/Them million-dollar-dream playas/Made playas/Them never-be-a- slave playas/Them out-here- getting-paid playas…”

There was blood everywhere. Hemorrhaging. But he kept it hidden. He did things that way. Survival tactics. Instinctively, he swallowed. As the blood accumulated inside his mouth, he did just that: he swallowed it. When it became too much to digest, he’d simply stick his face inside his jersey as if he was wiping the fourth-quarter sweat from his brow, and he’d spit, watching ounces of blood run down his chest. This was his way of hiding it. This was the only way he could keep the referees from knowing what was really going on. For if they knew, by law, they’d remove him from the game. And by his law, with less than two minutes left and his team down by a point, not being on the court was not an option. You may be afraid to admit it, but this is really why you fell in love with him.

His head was light as the clock wound down, but somehow he’d muster a way to create illness on the court. Flipping a running one-handed, half-finger-roll off the glass and over the extended arms of two Milwaukee Bucks players, his 10th and 11th of his team’s last 13 points in that quarter. They’d win by six, tie the series, and go on to win two of the next three games to reach the NBA Finals. Afterward—after swallowing the last bit of blood he could, after diplomatically telling the media (something you think he wouldn’t have done in the past) that the foul that caused him to bleed thisway was not, he “hoped,” intentional; after admitting he probably shouldn’t have played because of the pain he had to endure due to a tailbone bruise that kept him out of the previous game; and before getting on the team bus with wife-to-be and kids, who kept asking if he’s alright—he looked down at the reporter he had his arm around and said, “They tried to knock my muthafuckin’ tooth out!” This, America, is the future of the NBA. Whether you hate it or live to hate it more.

SLAM 55 Feature, Allen Iverson The last impression the country had of Allen Iverson was of him leaving the court after Game 5 in the NBA Finals and not saying anything to anybody. Right in the middle of this new lovefest with Amerikkka, AI did a Detroit Piston move and, as one Laker fan would say, “showed ’em where he came from.” And the soundtrack repeats: “It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at.”

It has been a summer of content for Iverson—the exact opposite of the previous offseason. He has been virtually silent since Derek Fisher chased him down the hallway of the First Union Center to give him some post-elimination love. “That whole thing was nothing personal,” he says. “Actually, we were told before the game, that if the [the Lakers] win, leave the court because of the celebration. I didn’t mean anything by walking off.” He’s gotten married, made appearances at charity events (Stephon’s and Donovan McNabb’s), had his own charity softball game, built up the website, changed his diet, hit crazy weights, worked out with his personal strength and conditioning coach daily, let the old injuries heal, kicked it less—and barely touched a basketball. That’s where AI is at right now. But for some, it’s always and only going to be about where he’s from. It’s a hurdle that many people in this land of the free, home of the slave, simply cannot get past. The reality that he’s become the future—not just of basketball, not just of sports, but of what every kid who doesn’t feel Tiger Woods wants to become—is frightening. And the fact that, in just five years, he’s taken his team to the highest stage, indicating that: 1) he’s not about to fall off anytime soon; and 2) he has to be dealt with on his own terms. It turns dinner at the Simpson’s (OJ or Homer, you choose) into a scene even HBO would be hesitant to air.

“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but know not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle…”

It is his birthday. A present is handed to him, one of many.  And it’s on this day that it becomes known: He’s been named King. We’re in L.A., and AI has nothing but smiles on his partially bearded face. “Who sent you this?” he asks. “My man Dio in New Orleans.” “This is crazy,” he says, still smiling. “Yo, Aaron,” he stops McKie. “Check this out.” And this is the difference between King Iverson and the jester many of y’all was hoping he’d stay. Before practice, he spends the morning with Marv Albert, Jim Gray and Doug Collins, a bunch of NBC cameramen, gaffers and the like, most still learning to spell his name right. Not his “posse.” He gives others time. He knows they need further understanding for this to work. Body sore, half on ice, he says he won’t really celebrate this 26th born day of his: “We in the Finals. I’m trying to stay focused.” Plus, GQ wants him for the cover of its November ish, and the writer wants to spend the rest of the day with him. Never had a birthday like this before. Never knew how the other half lived.

“If you ain’t ever been to the ghetto/Don’t ever come to the ghetto/Because you ain’t understand the ghetto/So stay the fuck out of the ghetto…”

That was the cry of happiness heard from a few Fubu Platinum-dipped brothas at the F.U. Center as the Sixers clinched the Finals. Their direct reference was to Iverson’s continued cocking of his cap, and the ghetto fabulousness that came with it. This is where you knew he was never going to change, that too much pride and “I-told-y’all-muthafuckas-so” attitude had set in. Unfit for Middle America’s comfort zone, AI made sure, in the midst of the postgame bedlam, that his newly minted Eastern Conference Champions cap was twisted correctly. No one void of black skin would realize the significance of his attention to detail at that moment, but for the society of blacks—especially young black men—his unapologetic gesture, repping the KING culture, meant everything. Label it thug passion if you will, but it wasn’t Alizé and Hennessy.

SLAM 55 Feature, Allen IversonDon’t get this new life of his twisted. If you think Allen Iverson is no longer hated, you’re a fraud. Scalp yourself into a basketball game outside of Philadelphia and listen. Closely. Go to Conseco Fieldhouse in Indy, the Bradley Center in Milwaukee or the Garden in NYC. Sit behind the necks of red, sit behind the brothers of Brooks suits, sit behind press row. When you hear the words “monkey,” “jailbird,” “thug,” “gangster” and “nigger,” don’t act surprised. It’s normal. See, they don’t like the future. And they’re upset that they can’t stop it. AI hears them, too. That’s why, when the NBA awarded him the MVP trophy for the ’00-01 season, he wanted to tell the world to kiss his “narrow, ashy, thugged-out black ass.” But, like the curdled blood inside his mouth in Milwaukee, he swallowed that, too. Diplomacy. Instead, he dropped 54 points on the world that night, repeating in his head, after every basket, the labels he’d been given. That game, he would say later, “That was for the haters.”

“This is a part of my life I live/I’ll be thuggin’ with you/Thug it out, baby/Thug it out/Won’t stop ’til I drop/I’ll be keepin’ it true…”

There’s a 10-year-old white kid in Iowa, or somewhere like it, lost. He has no direction. All he hears is, “Take those damn shoes off! Get rid of that jersey! Turn that jungle music off! And take that poster off of your wall! There will be no nigger lovers in this house!”

The kid is confused, because he continues to see others who look like him, others his parents say they want him to be like, killing each other at school. He sees Marilyn Manson-lookalikes dating his older sister without his parents saying a word. He sees Congressmen and Presidents, with their interns and such, remaining his role models. And yet, in his household, Iverson is the enemy. But, in his heart, Iverson is his hero. He turns on the Sony flat-screen in his room. CNN/SI. Stephen A. Smith is on, defending Iverson again. He has to. And it all begins to make sense to the kid. Poltergeist.

“Allen took the excuses away from America this year,” goes the lesson. “In the past, he gave them the fuel, gave them the excuses they needed to hate him. But once he started showing up to practice early, and doing all the things they’d criticized him for, he forced—understand, he forced—America to concentrate on his game. And that forced them to change, because you can’t deny what he does out on that court.”

The kid reaches to turn off the TV, slips the soundtrack into his MP3, and holds the headphones a little tighter against his dome, so that he can learn. “I thought this was America people…” Jigga, all over again.

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  • Ken

    That drawing is terrible, but its always great to read more of Scoop.

  • http://www.alllooksame.com Tarzan Cooper

    scoop!!!!

  • http://www.infamousklav.blogspot.com Klav

    Scoop is greatly missed.

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  • http://www.okayplayer.com doyouwantmore

    “They’ve seen this before, “n—-rs” like him coming into their living rooms, onto the walls of their children’s bedrooms, signature sneaks and $150 jerseys in their closets. They’ve dealt with the infiltration.”

    That’s stupid.

  • http://www.okayplayer.com doyouwantmore

    Scoop, your perception of ‘white’ America and Allen Iverson is so biased and ignorant and racially-focused it was hard to read without cringing with embarassment for you. And I’m Native Indian!

  • http://www.infamousklav.blogspot.com Klav

    doyouwantmore
    isn’t that the point? all of Scoop’s writing was biased, but that’s what made it so good. he had his own opinion, and you didn’t have to agree with it but it added to the flare of his writing. and i don’t agree with you because i completely agree with what he said, especially since i’ve experienced people and families like that, including my own.

  • http://shawn-kemps-offspring.blogspot.com Cheryl

    Man, I want to see dude vindicated. I hope the Grizz surprise the ish out of everybody and make the playoffs.

  • http://www.sonicbids.com/shaemorin doyouwantmore

    Narrow. Thin. Naive. Trendy.

  • http://www.sonicbids.com/shaemorin doyouwantmore

    Klav, there used to be a time when biased writing in journalism was a bad thing. Now it’s like “That racist article is biased? So what? It’s his opinion, you don’t have to agree with it.” That’s moral relativism, buddy, and it’s bull&hit. Guess what? There is such a thing as right and wrong, responsible and inflammatory, and this article does a good job of propagating racial stereotypes. But those stereotypes are rednecks, KKK, etc. so it’s okay because “it’s just his opinion you don’t have to agree.” That’s right I don’t agree. What you’re saying is ‘don’t criticize Scoop Jackson if you don’t agree.’

  • hillbilly

    Aside from the blatantly racist overtones, there’s some very creepy & seriously slurpy man-love going on in this article. If I were Allen Iverson, I’d keep a close watch on ol’ Scoop Jackson. Maybe get a restraining order or something.
    Hey, AI…watch your cornhole, bud.

  • Jonez

    best article ever. AI stayed true to his culture and is one of the blackets athletes ever. He didn’t change for anyone unlike LeBron. But because of AI’s image he is hated thats why last year he was blamed for pistons failure if he was not Iverson im pretty sure Michael Curry and the Pistons would get blamed for badly treating a guy when he sacrafices(which is what it really was.) Wayno hates this article.

  • http://www.infamousklav.blogspot.com Klav

    doyou moral relativism completely applies, thats true but its not bullshit. the art of writing is still freedom of expression, and whether or not it showcases negative and derogatory diction it’s still ultimately up to SLAM to publish it or not. if there really is a problem with this, it shouldn’t have been published, but it was. basketball isn’t just basketball anymore, it’s been affected by the hip hop culture to the extent that they are synonymous, and all the good and bad that comes with it from urban America. it is what it is, and if it is racist, i agree it is, but the writing speaks for itself. stereotypes don’t exist merely because people assume them, they are derivative of what happens in actuality, the real world isn’t nearly as nice as you or i would like it, but that’s just the world we live in.

  • Ken

    While I don’t fully agree with Scoop, and he is a bit extreme, his basic point is a good one: AI didn’t sell out to fit in with the mainstream, and that’s admirable. I often think about MJ saying: “Republicans buy sneakers too” and that always makes me cringe. While Scoop does rely on racist assumptions himself, I think the basic point of the piece is solid.

  • http://www.sonicbids.com/shaemorin doyouwantmore

    Klav – Moral relativism is the belief that the good or evil in people’s behaviour is determined by their individual perspective, not by an outside moral compass. Moral relativism isn’t….whatever you seem to think it is. I understand that Scoop can write whatever he wants, however he wants, and SLAM can publish whatever they want, as long as it’s not illegal. That doesn’t make it right, fair, mature, or responsible journalism. And don’t talk some sh&t about ‘Hip-hop culture’ and ‘urban America’ to me. I’ve been a hip-hop artist for seven or eight years and in my experience most reverse racism in media is just thinly disguised and hiding behind ‘hip-hop culture’ or ‘social activism’ or ‘grassroots movements.’ What a bunch of pretentious, sophomoric, bull&hit!

  • http://www.sonicbids.com/shaemorin doyouwantmore

    For the record I LOVE the streetball style that AI brought to the NBA. I love his quickness, his heart, his refusal to give up, his determination. All of that stuff that has to do with the game itself though. I do have a problem with pop-culture boneheads (I see you, Scoop) that think AI’s major contribution to the league was cornrows, bad rapping, and a sh*tty attitude. He was amazing because he was good at basketball. People with too much creative license and too much time on their hands think he’s amazing because he got tattoos.

  • Dyce

    doyouwantmore….AI was amazing because of his basketball skill..But he still made you have to accept who he was. Other players changed their images because they were told it was safer to do this and you can’t become mainstream being one way. Iverson made his way mainstream, at one point you couldn’t be anything but a thug or sold drugs if you had braids and tattoos. But in a small sort of way he made it socially acceptable to do this.

  • Joe

    MLK gave his life to end racism.

  • http://www.slamonline.com Pardeep

    One of the best articles ever. AI stayed real and did it his way and became mainstream his way and yes these are the reason racist pricks hate. Wayno probably does not know what is going on when he reads those rap lyrics.

  • chintao

    doyouwantmore ==> You decry moral relativism, but what is the alternative? Is it having a$$holes like you tell everyone what is right and what is wrong? No thanks. I’d prefer a system based on ethics to the absurd social and economic controls that have been instituted by greedy men who pretend that they are observing the will of some mystery god.

  • http://www.okayplayer.com doyouwantmore

    Chintao: Let me know how that works out for you.

  • http://www.okayplayer.com doyouwantmore

    BTW: ‘A system based on ethics’ would imply that there is a moral compass greater than your individual perspective. Moral relativism is the lack of ethics altogether. Interesting that you made the leap when no one else had even mentioned God. Sounds like you’re trying pretty hard to convince yourself of…something.

  • Chris Ujma

    HANG ON.

    Scoop writes an article laced with blatant racial undertones and ‘it his opinion, you don’t have to like it’. Okay. Point taken.

    So.
    Would you say the same thing if a white guy wrote a racist article condeming the black community?

    This isn’t trying to inflame, it is just a classic case of ‘that’s our Scoop!’ whereas if it was a white journo he would be racist and undeucated.

    Double edged sword….

  • http://hibachi20.blogspot.com Blinguo

    Nobody likes other people’s opinions. Ever see a Kobe thread here? Kobe fans will argue with other Kobe fans. Someone online will tell you Kerry didn’t win presidency because God wanted Bush & those numbers never happened, and recounts = Bush wins anyway like always. & its obvious who the people are who didn’t like it, but this is a SLAM #55, and we’re like 70+ issues beyond that today. Scoop is prone to sensationalize, someone in another republish online article called him “manufactured – like Kobe,” but for the time he was lifting a veil and wrote what SLAM felt needed to be said. Apparently it needed to be said too if years later someone still wants it suppressed and its hurting feelings.
    “News is something that someone wants suppressed. Everything else is just advertising.” -Northcliffe
    Replace news with “irresponsible Scoopilizations!” here? Angry letters to the editor can still probably reach him @ ESPN.
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    A hillbilly making a gay joke, with no basis to do so – or even his example to point too, ironic and expected. Double down. Unless its someone satiring a Hillbilly with anonymity online to do so, touche’.

  • http://hibachi20.blogspot.com Blinguo

    If you want to see racist white journalists, non objectivity, sensationalized headline reporting, see a lot of places, not on SLAM though. And even with these Scoop pieces, again he’s not around which might calm you down faster instead of finding something more constructive to think about/do?
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    An Iverson piece this week comments on his Eric Snow NBA TV video interview, “look at him lying – saying good things, helpful wisdom, but he doesn’t really believe them – any of them.” And this is on a sportswriter driver NBA “Fanhouse.” Beth Shoals wrote an opposite piece and the commenters were quick to do the same.

  • http://hibachi20.blogspot.com Blinguo

    *around here anymore

  • http://www.sonicbids.com/shaemorin doyouwantmore

    Years later, no one wants to see it ‘supressed’ and it’s not ‘hurting anyone’s feelings’ either, dude. I just don’t believe in pretending something is responsible journalism, when it’s clearly not. Iverson is great because he is good at basketball. Scoop thinks Iverson’s great because he’s racist and lives in a media bubble of his own creation. Iverson kept playing, even when he was badly hurt, because he is a man with strong work-ethic and talent, not because he was trying to stick it hillbillies. Iverson is great because he transcended his ghetto-background, not because of it.

  • Strotter

    doyouwantmore, I think the nut of the article went over your head so to speak. His article is expressing how a player who was seen as a thug and poor image to market the NBA to middle and upper class citizens became hugely marketable to that section of the populous, and that he never compromised who he was to do it. If you are as intelligent as you seem to be then you know just as well as everyone here that middle america (that includes middle white america) did not like a tattoo having, corn row wearing, jewelry flashing, NBA player as their child’s “hero”. Commenting on that isn’t racist, that is what was going on. Is that to say every white family in america hated AI? No, that is absurd. What I do know (and you know as well) is that AI made them uncomfortable and the sole reason why was because of the image he projected.

  • TADOne

    I happen to like what Doyouwantmore is saying. I don’t agree with everything, but he isn’t completely wrong.

  • http://www.sonicbids.com/shaemorin doyouwantmore

    This is all I’m saying. There has been a perception that Allen Iverson is great because he was a someone who refused to conform to white America’s standards. I call bull&hit. He was great because he is a talented basketball player, not because he is a gangsta basketball player. Right now it’s kind of trendy in hip-hop to wear argyle and bow-ties and preppy styles, but no one writes articles about how Dwyane Wade refuses to stop dressing hip-hop. People still want to celebrate Allen Iverson dressing thugged-out, even though that was played out years ago. Why? America didn’t hate on Iverson’s refusal to cut his cornrows or give up his hip-hop style. What people hate is to watch a multi-millionaire who thinks he’s too good to practice with his teammates.

  • http://www.sonicbids.com/shaemorin doyouwantmore

    Scoop’s article celebrates making some imaginary ‘White America’ uncomfortable by refusing to stop acting ignorant. He glorifies holding a grudge against a generalized version of white people and used Iverson’s talent and legacy as a vehicle for his racism.

  • chintao

    Allen Iverson, the man > Allen Iverson, the player

  • chintao

    @doyouwantmore ==> I can understand your confusion, because the definition of ethics has been corrupted over the years (much like that Bible you like to tote around). Morality is preoccupied with a notion of right and wrong, because it was derived from religion (which presupposes right and wrong as absolutes). Accordingly, it is inseparable from the mystery god. Ethics comes from “ethikos” (Greek), meaning “arising from habit”. In that way, the true definition of ethics is a set of customary practices that created accepted norms. There is no judgment involved. There is only agreement among participants in society. Quite different from what you had in mind, isn’t it?

  • http://hibachi20.blogspot.com Blinguo

    Okay its irresponsible to you, and you need to stand on it to say what’s wrong with it, and are sounding like you didn’t want it republished online – if it was not online here, you can’t get the chance to be testy about it, finally at the very end pointing out what you see wrong with it. So why argue your morality stance with other commenters opinions instead of going after your hopeful endgame sit down w/ Scoop to tell him how wrong he is on an article he wrote years ago and might have matured from since. Give him the victims of his irresponsible journalism too, not having said who’s hurt from this here. This wasn’t circulated enough to cause race riots or something.
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    Scoop’s articles can take one event, maybe even paraphrased or not even have happened, but the semblance of it and use it to pen an entire piece. Like the Mike Redd one about a guy in a Caddy with no ticket trying to get into the player’s parking lot or something. Or Kobe walking through the tunnels crying into Scoop’s arms asking “Man WTF?”
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    So what’s wrong about writing about the racist hecklers and their supposed families, whom are not a minority if they were polluting many an arena back then and show the actual man and player changing and doing opposite of what these drunk hooligans think? & the story about the teen coming of age in such a household, another probably happened, no names and direct story penned, but its plenty plausible during that time.
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    Find the parts where he damned all of America to the point of like an Ice Cube album title: Amerikkka, and the White population all disliking Iverson on racist pretenses. Pinpoint them, because I didn’t see them up there, nor did you quote them up yet.

  • http://www.oprah.com doyouwantmore

    Chintao: You’re talking about moral relativism! LOL And I’m not offended or surprised at all by the insulting tone or the derogatory way you say I ‘tote a Bible around.’ What’s interesting is that if you go back and read the posts, nowhere, NOWHERE, did I make any claim to believe in God, read the Bible, or be coming from a point of view of Christian morality. You came to those conclusions on your own, based solely on my speaking about right and wrong and moral absolutes. I think that alone makes an interesting case supporting the truth of that which you are intent on mocking. And as far as making it personal, responding with insults and immaturity, rather than intellectual arguments, YOU went there, not me. So while I am making a rational case for moral responsbility or ethical behaviour, you are taking the low road when rational, mature, and friendly argument fails you. AI believes in God and has grown out of the ignorance that you and Scoop and SLAM hold him on a pedestal for. I still say he’s a great basketball player. I admire his resolve. I even admire that he wouldn’t sell out and dress or act differently to please Stern or anyone else. I just feel embarassed that people want enshrine his shortcomings rather than his talent.

  • http://hibachi20.blogspot.com Blinguo

    I’d want to get off the morality turning into inflammatory statements right here too, but you’re not going to convince anyone of your stance here, let alone change to take it as their own also. Could even be in your approach. Next time empathy, see where everyone else is coming from, and a new approach.
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    But hey as an emcee(?) or hip-hop artist you mentioned repping the Legendary Roots crew in name (and now uh, Oprah link), I just wanted to drop 2 lines and be done with it.
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    “Don’t you hate when a N got some intellect/but say some dumb sh*t on the Internet?/Do I forgive him yes/I’d would never stop to checks you out to get/Just because a N go to jail don’t mean he Malcom X”
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    “The hustle in my bones cause trouble in the home/Document the struggle in the song”
    Both: Talib Kweli on Dela’s “Long Life” from 2008. Feel they apply here somewhat.

  • chintao

    Damn, Blinguo blazed that cat. Anyway, from numerous prior posts, we are all aware of doyouwantmore’s religious views. It is a shame that he can’t hide them, even when he is trying really hard.

  • chintao

    @ doyouwantmore ==> Again, you are assuming an expanded and somewhat corrupted definition. At its heart, moral relativism is nothing more than the idea that all morality is subjective.

  • Jae

    This is possibly the worst article I’ve ever read in my entire life. Scoop Jackson is horrific and needs to be stopped. I will re-write this comment in a way that his fanboys will understand.

    This. Is. Possibly. The. Worst. Article. I’ve. Ever. Read. In. My. Entire. Like. Scoop. Jackson. Is. Horrific. And. Needs. To. Be. Stopped.

  • K.B

    other than jordan iverson had the biggest impact on basketball ever because he did not change for the game he changed the game and everybody wanted to be like him because of who he is and his heart. jordan is the best but the only thing interesting about him is basketball and the only time he ever spoke his mind was his hall of fame speech. scoop jackson is a genious writer and all ways seemed 2 be one of the only people who understood AI

  • STATUS

    The people criticzing Scoop for his stance and tone, in this article, do nothing but prove exactly why his VOICE as a writer is so dearly needed!
    To quote the great Stan Lee, “Nuff said!!!”

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