A nasty
video recently published on the ESPN website illustrates two depressing social
phenomena that most people are unwilling to acknowledge, let alone deplore. But that is Splashing Rocks' job.
The charming title of the video is
"I Hate Christian Laettner" (apparently ESPN will soon broadcast a
full-length program with the same title). The video is introduced with the an equally
pleasant textual lead-in: "Everyone
hates Christian Laettner. No one hates
him more than Kentucky fans. In honor of
the upcoming 30 for 30 film, Kaylee Hartung traveled to Lexington to see
if, 23 years later, hatred for Laettner is still as intense as ever."
Lovely, isn't it?
For those unfamiliar with college
basketball, Mr. Laettner was a college basketball superstar for the
historically great Duke University basketball teams of the period 1989-92. Without question, Laettner was one of the
greatest collegiate basketball players of all time. He led Duke to two consecutive national
championships in 1991 and 1992. In the
latter year, he was not only the national collegiate player of the year, but
USA Basketball's Male Athlete of the Year.
Laettner was one of those superior
players who was at his very best when the competition was the most intense –
which means the NCAA Tournament and its climactic "Final Four." No one excelled in that event like Christian
Laettner. To this day, he holds the NCAA
Tournament records for most career points scored (407), most free throws made
(142), and most games played (23). He
was NCAA Tournament MVP in 1991. He is
the only player in NCAA history to start for his team in the Final Four for all four years of his collegiate career,
including the two championships. In
short, Laettner's record of success in college basketball's premier event is simply
unequalled.
Yet with all his consistent
excellence, Laettner is most remembered and recognized for one brilliant
play. The word "iconic" is
grossly overused, but in this case it aptly describes what is known among
college basketball fans simply as "The Shot." With only 2.6 seconds remaining in a dramatic
overtime NCAA Tournament game against Kentucky, Duke trailed by a point. But then Laettner caught a floor-length pass
from Grant Hill, calmly turned, and sank an astonishing shot to nail the victory
in what many regard as the greatest collegiate game ever. The man was simply "clutch," in
that game and many others.
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With all these sterling credentials, one would naturally think that Laettner would be greatly admired by most college basketball fans. But for strange and disturbing reasons, a kind of mindless collective notion has developed over the years that hating Christian Laettner is somehow a normal and generally shared feeling among many of those fans. It bears a striking similarity to the equally mindless and nasty dislike of New England Patriots superstar quarterback Tom Brady. Another Duke basketball great, the incomparable long-range shooter J. J. Reddick, has also been singled out for this same kind of irrational mass antipathy.
It all has to do with profound jealousy,
self-loathing, and a Quisling-like repudiation of one's own racial identity. Laettner and Brady are handsome, intelligent,
and remarkably successful white competitors in sports that are largely
dominated by blacks. For some unfathomable
reason, this inspires intensely negative feelings against these men among a
certain class of white person who would never entertain, or at least never
acknowledge, such rancor against prominent black athletes.
The collective Laettner-loathing has
become so widely accepted among sports media that ESPN feels comfortable in promoting
a video – soon to be followed by a full program – that portrays hatred of this
remarkable man as a colorful, amusing, and even likeable quality.
The video starts with the fatuous
premise that "everybody" is like the feckless white liberals at ESPN
and naturally hates Christian Laettner.
It then finds amusement – and assumes the general public will also find
amusement – in the piquant revelation that those colorful, salt-of-the-earth Kentucky
University "fans" hate him even
more. This is presumably because
Kentucky was the victim of Laettner's legendary and endlessly re-televised
impossible shot.
In ESPN's video, a vivacious woman
reporter gleefully entices expressions of progressively more venomous Laettner-hate
from a herd of unkempt and ill-mannered Kentucky
basketball supporters. Most of them are proudly wearing their garish
and undoubtedly overpriced Kentucky basketball caps and/or jerseys. An unprepossessing middle-aged man, with rapier-like wit,
scornfully describes the handsome and accomplished Laettner as a "piece of
crap." The reporter smiles
approvingly. Another embodiment of Kentucky
class and graciousness then declares that Laettner is "a bad person."
Then a blonde, fortyish woman,
apparently a mom, proudly displays a tee-shirt emblazoned with the slogan "I
Still Hate Christian Laettner." The
classy lady then explains, "For Christmas this is all I told my family I
wanted." This Mom must be real
proud of filling her house with that wholesome, home-bred Kentucky hate on
Christmas morning.
Several of the responses are
conspicuously "bleeped-out" by those clever ESPN producers. They are subtly letting us know just how gross
the invective gets when the target is a well-educated white superstar who –
unlike the pseudo-students who play one year for Kentucky before promptly dropping
the pretext of classes and jetting off to the NBA – actually graduated from
an academically superior university after playing all four years of his
eligibility.
But the video descends to its nadir
of nastiness when one of the Kentucky wits purports to quote his own grandmother
as having described Christian Laettner as "the only Christian she knows that
will burn in hell."
This distorted celebration of irrational collective rancor is deeply
disturbing on many levels, but it reflects two broader pathologies that are increasingly
prevalent in a declining American culture.
The first is the grossly
disproportionate importance of big-time sports in the lives, emotions, and
activities of a large portion of the American public. SR has previously examined aspects of this unhealthy phenomenon in a post
comparing the addiction to big-time sports with Marx's depiction of religion as
the "opiate of the people." See "Big Time Sports: America's New Opiate" (Feb/ 18, 2013),
at http://splashingrocks.blogspot.com/2013/02/big-time-sports-americas-new-opiate.html.
The willingness of presumably ordinary
Kentuckians to spew such extreme venom against a man they do not even know – on
camera – demonstrates the distorting extremes of their loyalty to a grotesquely
oversized collegiate basketball program.
And Kentucky's program is hardly alone in this respect.
It is evident that these people
would fanatically support the Kentucky basketball team, and ferociously revile
its opponents, irrespective of any considerations of the character or integrity
of the teams' respective players. And
their association of the basketball team with the University itself is purely delusional.
These fans are apparently oblivious
to the fact that most of Kentucky's star players cannot wait to toss away their
books, end the pretext of attending classes, and promptly depart the Lexington
campus at the conclusion of their first and only year of collegiate
competition. The blue-shirted
Laettner-haters' blind loyalty to the University of Kentucky program is
exceeded only by the one-and-done players' determination to immediately abandon
it after less than a single academic year.
The Kentucky fans are being played
for fools and suckers, and they either don't know or don't care. If Kentucky fielded a team of five
probationary delinquents against five altar boys, the blue-shirted herd would
continue to bellow their rabid support for the delinquents. They are just too heavily invested in the corrosive
myth of big-time collegiate sports to change course.
Apart from the corrupting influence
of America's mega-sports fixation, the second pathology revealed by the orgy of Laettner-hating – and
Brady-hating, and J. J. Reddick-hating, etc. -- is a bizarre racial double
standard.
It is perfectly acceptable, and even
kind of "cool" in the twisted realm of the ESPN sports herd, to
openly revile successful white athletes like Laettner, Tom Brady, and J. J. Reddick
(if you doubt this, just run an Internet search using "hate" with one
of those names). But expressing open
contempt for black athletes, even black athletes who may have earned
such contempt by their barbarous and violent behavior, is socially and
politically unacceptable.
You will never see an ESPN video
entitled "I Hate Ray Lewis."
Or "I Hate Ray Rice."
Or "I Hate Allen Iverson."
Yet Christian Laettner has done nothing I am aware of to make him more
despicable than these celebrated black athletes.
Oh, wait. That was kind of an understatement. It's not merely that Laettner has done
nothing to warrant the nasty invective that would never be directed against
these or many similar errant black athletes.
He's not even in their ballpark.
Lewis (indicted for murder in 2000), Rice (documented girlfriend beater),
and Iverson (15-year sentence for felony maiming, but quickly granted clemency)
are proven perps, yet they are not remotely despised and reviled like Laettner,
Brady, or Reddick, whose records are clean of such behavior.
The classic example is Baltimore Ravens
linebacker legend Ray Lewis. He was
indicted for murder, but was able to avoid conviction by pleading guilty to
obstruction of justice. But never
mind. The Barbarians of Baltimore have
erected a heroic statue of the miscreant Mr. Lewis, and he has achieved the
status of a beloved and respected elder statesman in the pro football and ESPN
cultures.
So the documented criminal offender, Ray
Lewis, is a revered Baltimore Legend, while the family man with the spotless
and distinguished personal record, i.e, Christian Laettner, is an object of
nationally broadcast rancor, even 23 years after his athletic triumphs. This isn't Denmark, but something is
seriously rotten here.
One of the weirdest aspects of this
whole sorry spectacle is that Laettner himself seems to take it in stride and
even share in the "joke." He
recently appeared for an interview with ESPN host Dan Patrick which actually
seemed designed to promote the forthcoming
hate-Laettner video. Why Laettner
would condone a national celebration of malice directed at him is anyone's
guess. Perhaps he is so inured to what
he he has endured over the years that he has decided the best defense is to
roll with the punches.
But Laettner is now a 45-year-old
family man, with a wife, two daughters, and a son. Is it possible that his wife and children can
lightly dismiss a nationally broadcast program explicitly featuring the
widespread hatred of their husband and father?
More likely, ESPN's "I Hate Christian Laettner" programs are
deeply hurtful to the Laettner family.
One can only imagine the nasty abuse the Laettner children will likely endure
as a result of all this.
Yet millions of mindless ESPN
viewers will watch the program and join in the perpetuation of what amounts to
media-approved hatred of a remarkable athlete who has done nothing to warrant
such animus. In today's America, it
could only happen to a white heterosexual male who had the audacity to excel
aggressively in an arena where most of his fellow whites are content to serve
as props and spectators.