WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2007
The Curse of Chief Wahoo: Enabling Racist Imagery
I received a compliment from a group of journalists who attended the
first Unity conference in Atlanta. One of them told me that they looked
through the program, examined all the titles, and voted on the ones
they thought were best. "You came in second," he said. For
the record, my title was "What I Learned about Writing from Listening
to Otis Redding and Aretha Franklin."
"Who came in first?" I asked.
"'What It Feels Like to Be a Mascot."
I do not know what it feels like to be a mascot because there is no
sports team called "The Thundering Middle Class Catholic Boys from Long
Island." We'll have to settle for The Fighting Irish, The
Fightin' Whities, and the defunct Fighting Christians of Elon University (now called The Phoenix).
We all know by now of the efforts to eliminate Indian or Native
American names and symbols from sports teams. Such offensive
names and images have been removed at places like Stanford, Illinois,
and St. John's in New York. But we still have The Fighting Sioux
of North Dakota, the Seminoles of Florida State, the Braves of Atlanta,
the Blackhawks of Chicago, the Redskins of Washington, and, of course, the Cleveland Indians.
As a Yankee fan, I was rooting for the Indians to beat the Red
Sox. A few days ago, it looked like a sure thing. But the
Red Sox won three in a row to preserve for Cleveland a run of futility
that goes back to 1948, the last time the Tribe won a World Series.
In 2004 the Red Sox came back from a 3-0 deficit, beat the Yankees four
in a row and then defeated the Cardinals to win their first World
Series since 1918, dispelling the famous Curse of the Bambino. [For the
sports impaired, the Bambino was the great Babe Ruth. The Sox
traded Ruth to the Yankees in 1918, and never won another series until
2004.]
If I were a Cleveland fan, I would take one action to change the team's
fortunes: I would kill Chief Wahoo, the most obnoxious icon in the
history of sports. Lest you think that the PC in my initials RPC stand
for Political Correctness, you should know that until now I've
been a moderate on this issue. I see nothing wrong with the
Florida State Seminoles (my daughter Alison graduated from there) if
the
name and imagery is OK with the leaders of the Seminole tribe.
And I'll stand with the Sioux in whatever they think should happen at
the University of North Dakota.
[It is ironic that the earliest version of the chief was attached to
Cleveland uniforms in 1947, the year before they won the Series, but
also the year that Jackie Robinson broke the color line in baseball.]
So don't get me wrong. I don't think that Cleveland has to change
its name to the Rockers or the Gnats. But the cartoonish caricature of
a group of human beings -- signified
by Chief Wahoo's red skin and big white teeth -- is the absolute
equivalent of the blackface Sambo images that polluted American culture
in the first half of the 20th century, and Nazi propaganda portrayals
of Jews with big noses and wicked sneers.
As I watched the games televised from Cleveland, I was sickened by
the video images of fans
in the stands dressed up like Wahoo, childish feathers on their heads,
their skin painted red, their mouths painted white, cups of beer in
their hands. Even worse, was a large image of Wahoo in the
grandstands, with the chief's face replaced with a photo of Cleveland
veteran Kenny Lofton, who is African-American. The shills in the
announcing booth praised all this as an expression of the fans'
passionate support for their team.
I don't think that journalists have to wait for protests outside a
stadium before they act. There is a story to be told, and it's as
relevant the day after a Cleveland loss as it would be if they had gone
to the series. The columnists can have their say, of
course. But
here's what makes Chief Wahoo news: the so-called American
pastime -- and
the industries that support it -- are broadcasting and printing images
that travel around the world. These images offer vicious
portrayals of a race of people -- iconic representations that become
associated not with shame but with triumph and joy.
Cleveland has lost again. Maybe that failure and humiliation should become known as
the Curse of Chief Wahoo.
[Please offer your ideas on this puzzle: How do we make sense of
a community that embraces its team even though a sign of that
enthusiasm is deemed offensive? Are Washington Redskin or
Cleveland Indian fans enablers of a corporate marketing tradition that
ignores certain racial sensibilities in order to grow a brand and build
profits?]
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