Consider this -- if Imus had blurted the F-word on his show, it would have resulted in an FCC fine. The f-word -- a word that's offensive and bad only because we've put it up on that pedestal. It's absolutely meaningless. Insted, he utters an ethnic slurr, defensible only by the racist, and what does the FCC do?
Yeah, we have a lot to learn about what should be deemed morally offensive and what we should protect our children from. Imagine if you can, being a 12-year old pimply black girl, trying to come to grips with her emerging sexuality, her sense of self and worth in a country that doesn't value her beauty, and then you hear this? First hand or second hand, it doesn't matter. Because when she walks down her junior high corridor, and one of the other kids shouts out "you nappy-headed ho" to the nervous and not-so-nervous laughter of her peers, well, you get the idea.
I just got a copy of Time magazine in the mail...and Imus is on the cover with a Post-it over his mouth that says "Who can say what?" If we, as a country, still have to ask, it's time to restart the civil rights movement.
Thankfully, I heard a number of major sponsers for the Imus show pulled out -- and I applaud them. Those who remain should be outed and boycotted. And as for his apology, apologies make me sick. Apologies are for loved ones, friends, and family members, not for entire races. If he hadn't meant those words, they would have been edited out before they hit the airwaves. If he hadn't meant them and harbored no ill will or hate, he wouldn't have said them. If he wasn't an asshole, he wouldn't have thought them funny.
Add Imus to my list of obscene words.
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