America used to be for underdogs, perhaps she still is.
But when a consummate OVERdog is a minority, there is some unwritten Diversity Rule saying, “This Person Is Protected; They are The Permanently Designated Winner”.
That’s especially true for endeavors that are deeply traditionally white.
Here’s a hypothetical:
Yaching is taken by storm by a dynamo handicapped hispanic yachtsman. This person gets multiple trophies, earns a big name and attracts legions of white yachting fans sublimating their unspoken White Guilt by rallying to the championship of The Heavenly Hispanic Yachtsman; it isn’t just casual interest, there is something distinctly psychological going on, here.
There’s a judging dispute:
All influential honkies and honky yachting writers assail the judges threatening the championship of their great White ness Legitimacy Facilitator.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t have non-white champions in sports historially attracting disproportionately white competitors; I think that’s fine. I’d be okay with a handicapped Hispanic yachting champ.
What I’m saying is THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON HERE, something that says something about OURSELVES, some weakness.
“They are The Permanently Designated Winner”.
Did you see how the media is fawning all over tiger woods win on Sunday? Funny thing about the media’s love affair with him is by his own admission he states he is NOT black. What a weird world we live in.
True. That explains Tiger Wood and Obama. But here you had two minorities, both part black, one part Japanese. If everything else were equal, Japanese and black would trump black and white. After all, they were put in internment camps and had nuclear bombs dropped on them. But Serena Williams starts in with how she’s fighting for “civil rights and stuff” and this somehow makes her opponent’s victory hollow, because one of the three points she beat her by was a questionable call. So Osaka and Williams are both being jeered and they’re both crying as Osaka gets the prize. Totally weird.
It reminded me of two kids who had a wonderful time, and after a day at the fair they’re both crying and fighting. It was sick. But at least Williams got punished, and they didn’t go so far as to take the award away from poor Osaka. Again two kids at the end of an outing presents itself to me. Where have all the grownups gone?
Read the story of the “Emperor’s New Clothes”...it explains the psychology of what you are saying most distinctly!
It took a child who was unclouded by moral relativism to say....”Mommy...why is that man naked?”