The big story this weekend was the owner of the L.A. Clippers (yes, that’s a real team in the NBA, I looked it up) making (allegedly – so I don’t get sued in case someone reads this blog) racist statements. Donald Sterling got caught on tape telling his girlfriend not to bring African-Americans to the Clippers games. It was such a big story, even the President commented on it. Surprisingly, he disapproved! (That’s sarcasm.)
First off, I would hope Sterling realized his entire team is comprised of black athletes. A racist owning an NBA team is about as dumb as a wife beater owning a nail salon. Next, you probably shouldn’t tell your girlfriend, who is half black, not to bring black guys to the games. I would venture to guess people don’t like racism in general, especially when it’s directed at their own race. How did this guy make money in the first place? In fact, it should be assumed your “girlfriend” doesn’t bring other guys of any race to events or hang out with dudes in general. “Excuse me, honey, when you bang other dudes, can you make sure they’re not of a particular ethnicity? Thanks!” Oddly, he was cool with her catting around – as long as she didn’t put it on Instagram. Sounds like true love!
The only bit of mercy I can give Sterling is he probably was completely unaware that people would attend a Clippers game. For about 35 years, it was probably him, the Grand Dragon of the local KKK, two guys selling cotton candy and the poor bastards who got drafted by the Clippers in entire arena. He probably sat there screaming slurs to himself until they turned the lights off and he realized the game had been over for two hours.