Don’t ALL the Relatives of Black Murdered Victims Deserve The Same?
Nobody Wonders
Okay. I don’t follow football all that much. And I happen to think idolizing sports players is a bit like idolizing Cher—-who, I saw in the tabloids this morning, is dying of depression, because her muscles feel like jelly. She hasn’t figured out yet it’s her jello brain that’s her problem, but we all know she’ll be dead before that happens.
Because of my own ignorance in all things pertaining to football, imagine my surprise when this morning I saw that all cable channels were turned into the verdict of some football player named Aaron Hernandez.
Yes, he’s guilty, they all said. Of what? Making too much money?
Former Patriots star Aaron Hernandez has been convicted on all counts in the June 2013 killing of Odin Lloyd, including first-degree murder. He has been sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.
Hernandez’s lawyers repeatedly asking jurors why Hernandez would ever kill his friend and soon-to-be-brother-in-law.
After that, America was put through almost an HOUR of Odin’s relatives going on and on about “How he rode his bike to work, and he will never get to see his nephew, and he wore the same pair of Nike sandals until they fell off his smelly feet.” (Okay, they didn’t say his feet were smelly, but just imagine.)
Exciting as that sounds, Nobody Wonders why they don’t give the relatives of all the young black men that are murdered in this country every day, the same air time?
Or…how about a new cable program called, “Remembering the Murdered?”
Really. If the networks think that the murdered relatives of black men expressing their sorrow to the world is such a ratings bonanza.
Why not do more?
God know, NBC could use the viewers. Brain Williams needs a new job.
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