No, It's Not a Black Thing

Okay, I lied.  But this crap is getting on my nerves. And this.

Tiger Woods  violates his marriage vows repeatedly and all people like Eugene Robinson care about is the race of of the near-dozen women not-his-wife with whom Tiger has allegedly had relations.   Eugene's problem? None of these women are black.

Listen closely, black people: Tiger Woods' job here on Earth is the same as that of each individual person--to do what God wants him to do.  What that probably does not entail: validating the attractiveness of black women via serial adultery, humiliation of Mrs. Woods and, possibly, tainting the relationship between him and his children.

Just a guess.

Listen closely again, black people: get over yourselves.  Everything is not about you.  Heck, my novel is about interracial relationships, but there are subjects that transcend this.  As a matter of fact vows to God transcend everything.

But consider this: Tiger is a very blessed man, even in this situation.  Don't think so?  Consider the case of the late Steve McNair. 

Sometimes God gets tired of your BS and removes his protection.  God thinks Eldrick Woods is still teachable.

That question remains for the rest of us.

(Thanks to Hot Air)

UPDATE: Cogent and tangential points:

[W]e are interested because Tiger Woods, who may legitimately be the best golfer ever, had been turned into an all-purpose icon: a man of personal rectitude, a lovely smile, apparent openness; a family man, with a lovely wife and two adorable babies. And of course, he was our first living embodiment of the collective hope for racial reconciliation. Who knew that the early reports of his betrayed wife Elin swinging at him with a golf club constituted literal icon-smashing?

We are staring because we've been had. Betrayed. We see now that the image was all a fraud. The talent was real. But the things that made the public like Tiger personally -- the low-key demeanor, manners, and sweet smile of countless sports-page photos, magazine covers, political analogies, and most important, product endorsements, was an act. That would be betrayal enough. But it wasn't just Woods' act. The larger lesson here is about how much artifice -- sustained, deliberate deception -- goes into the construction of a public persona when there is profit to be made or power to be had.

Read the whole thing and note the parallels (however imperfect--hey, that's a joke!) to another demigod walking on clay feet.

Comments

[Buford Gooch]

I was done reading about Tiger Woods' affairs some days ago, but I like to get your take on a lot of issues. It was worth wading into the sewer again. Thanks.