Riley Cooper’s drunken, angry dropping of the N-bomb certainly threw a gigantic spotlight on racism in America.
In the fallout of the media tsunami Cooper’s racial slur unleashed, people started to once again focus on the racist nickname the Washington NFL franchise stubbornly clings to like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver.
For decades, American Indian activists and others have been asking, urging and haranguing the Washington Redskins to ditch their nickname, calling it a racist slur and an insult to Indians.
And now Slate, a national, general interest website, no longer will refer to them as the Redskins. Granted, that won’t have Roger Goodell staring at the back of his eyelids every night.
Washington owner Daniel Snyder has brushed off the controversy with arm waves at “tradition,” “competitiveness,” and “honor” and vowing that “we’ll never change the name. It’s that simple. NEVER — you can use caps.”
As a lifelong NFL junkie, I realize the history of the Redskins but the nickname needs to go.
The problem is there are not enough vocal and prominent American Indian activists.
Can you imagine the screams of Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson and others if there was an NFL team whose nickname was the plural of the N-word?
That would become such a tinderbox it would singe tectonic plates.