Appendix - Matrix - Michigan State University
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"Knowing I live in a racist country, I must react in some<br />
way-and this boycott is my way, my obligation to all Afro<br />
Americans." In taking his stand, Alcindor suffers the charge<br />
that he is a fool, ingrate, and non-patriot. Up front among<br />
the critics are California Governor Ronald Reagan, Roy<br />
Wilkins, the docile NAACP spokesman, and Olympic president<br />
Avery Brundage, who sized up the nonstarters as a<br />
weird lot who illogically attack an ancient, laurel-wreathed<br />
institution, nobly conceived in the principle of treating all<br />
comers alike. Self-defeatists, we are led by "black Hitlers"<br />
and "Muslim hate-mongers" who would sabotage an arena<br />
overrunning with the very good will and status-making opportunity<br />
we need most.<br />
That's officialese for: "Sports and social chaos are strangers;<br />
they are so entirely separate that what you do for your<br />
country, on the public stage, has nothing to do with what<br />
your country does to your beloved and to you."<br />
To accord a carnival of fun-and-games a sanctity setting<br />
it apart from the misery inflicted upon one U.S. segmentone<br />
which supplies the carnival with much of its manpower<br />
-is 200 per cent hypocritical. For a number of reasons. Of<br />
nearly 40 nationally-uniformed youths who will participate<br />
in the next Olympics, all are part of steaks-and-gravy<br />
America-all except approximately one-seventh of that<br />
number, No matter how many tapes they break, black<br />
Olympians will revert, after the cheering and as they move<br />
out in life, to their old, inherited status. Stop-watches, for<br />
them, do just that-they stop. And with the growth of understanding<br />
by these exploited cats that their good time<br />
lasts only as long as the juice flows in their legs and arms<br />
has come some soul-searching. The Olympic Project for<br />
Human Rights meetings are filled with testimonials by such<br />
old pros as Bill Russell, former Games gold-medal winner<br />
and coach of the Boston Celtics. "Except for a few hundred<br />
favored big stars," he tells us, "blacks lead sports leagues<br />
all over the country in everything except hotel accommodations<br />
and other equal rights. When they can't lead anymore,<br />
sports biz and employers generally don't know they even<br />
exist. He who voluntarily helps the political propaganda<br />
aims of a society calling itself 'free' is a chump."<br />
But far more sweepingly, such a volunteer is a cop-out,<br />
The Revolt of the Black Athlete • 72<br />
a traitor to his race. I am a college sociology teacher, age 25.<br />
Before I gave up games and went academic, I set a national<br />
junior college discus throw record of nearly 180 feet and<br />
track coaches fell all over me, as a likely internationalist.<br />
One Western coach called me (I'm 6-feet-8, 250 pounds),<br />
"a terrific animal"-without a moment's concern that I<br />
overheard his description. But discus-tossing in no way<br />
dimmed my memory of the south side of East St. Louis,<br />
Illinois, where I grew up. Like everyone else, the Edwards<br />
family lived on beans and paste and watched neighbor kids<br />
freeze to death. We used an outhouse which finally collapsed<br />
in the hold and drank boiled drainage-ditch water. Young<br />
mothers just flew out of the place. My own mother abandoned<br />
us when I was eight years old, later showing up with<br />
86 stitches in her body after a street brawl. Cops jailed me<br />
for juvenile offenses. They jailed me when I was innocent. A<br />
brother of mine, today, serves 25-years-to-life in the Iowa<br />
<strong>State</strong> Penitentiary. Intelligent hearthside conversation didn't<br />
exist-intergroup allegiance and family discipline died under<br />
the weight of poverty. I was the first boy from my area to<br />
graduate from high school. Until I was 17 I had never held<br />
a meaningful conversation with a white adult and until<br />
shortly before that I was unaware that one could vote in an·<br />
election without first receiving pay-the $5 handed to a<br />
"block nigger" for his preempted ballot being a postulate<br />
of staying alive in East St. Louis.<br />
One in tens of thousands of teen-agers has the muscle,<br />
speed, and coordination to "escape" such scenes-that is,<br />
physically leave the ghetto by signing with one of the universities<br />
which hotly recruit, buy, and ballyhoo Negro high<br />
school sport whizzes. And, once out of it and in a higheducation<br />
environment, he's considered lucky. I was one of<br />
these. Yet no medals I've won nor the B.A. and M.A. degrees<br />
which follow my name [and the Ph.D that is coming]<br />
can balance the East St. Louis I saw upon returning there<br />
last year. Jobs in trade unions, in public utilities, behind<br />
downtown store counters, remained blocked to 35,000 of<br />
the city's 105,000 population. Rags plugged paneless windows<br />
of tin shacks, children had been incinerated in firetraps,<br />
riot had come and gone. A dungheap comatoseness<br />
still ruled six square miles. "Are you still selling your vote<br />
Feeding the Flame • 73