“Beenie! Fuckin’ Faggot.”
On Tuesday, April 12th, the Los Angeles Lakers played, and beat, the San Antonio Spurs, 102-93. During the game, there was a moment when former MVP and 13-time NBA all star Kobe Bryant got a technical foul for screaming at a referee. After he sat on the bench, he gave the lovely soliloquy mentioned at the top of this page. Viewers of TNT, who know English on a first name basis, didn’t need volume to understand what he was saying. The ‘I-didn’t-mean-for-it-to-be-on-air blunder cost him a cool $100,000 in fines, which may ruin his weekend.
Now, it might be because this story has turned into a gossip story (TMZ has covered it), or because Bryant is my favorite athlete, but this statement/story/train-wreck struck me.
When I go to work, I get called all kinds of names. Think of the nastiest phrase you can think of, and I guarantee I’ve been called worse during one of our lighter moments in class. It’s just something that you become immune to, you hear it so much.
But you know what? Name calling hurts. This isn’t the elementary school teacher side of me speaking; this is a legitimate human problem.
Can you think of time somebody said something that legitimately crushed you?
Growing up, I got called faggot pretty frequently. Still do to this day, though not as often. And you know what? It Hurts. I have to say I am not innocent in calling a few people names over the years, and I can’t figure out why I would ever stoop so low, even with me receiving the sting of a derogatory comment.
But I think I know why we do it.
To be honest with you, we do it because we are insecure ourselves. It is the easiest way to prop ourselves up, by tearing down everybody else around us. It’s easy. We can’t think of a strong and well thought out way to deal with words, instead we are overcome with weakness and just react.
“..If someone strikes you on the right check, turn to him the other also. And if someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have it as well. If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two…”
I think…well, I know…that Jesus knew that to take the easy way out was not a reflection of his Father. I want to do the same. I’m not perfect, but hey, working in Special Education is good practice.