The mounting evidence of the NFL’s
epidemic scourge of employing women and children batterers as highly
paid professional football players has been a perfect storm resulting in
my decision to boycott professional football.
On Sept. 8, Hamilton County Juvenile
Court Judge Tracie Marie Hunter will finally walk from the court of
public opinion into the Hamilton County Common Pleas courtroom of Judge
Norbert A. Nadel to defend herself, her reputation, her seat on the
bench and, she’d tell us, her life’s work against nine felony charges.
As the days turn a way from Michael
Brown’s funeral, thus finally laying to rest his thrice-autopsied young
body, Ferguson, Missouri, is now — more than ever — ripe and ready for
the change that can carry this predominantly black and woefully
underemployed community forever forward.
You wouldn’t know it now to look at the
so-fresh-and-so-clean-clean landscape where Timothy Thomas died and potentially
thousands rioted, faced down cops in riot gear and incurred bean bag
spray, rubber bullets, mace and mayhem, but we were once a bigger, more
metropolitan version of Ferguson, Missouri, and our nighttime streets
ran thick with anger, too.
On July 11, my high school classmate, Randy Wolf, dropped dead unexpectedly of a heart attack.
This is not about the shock of a 49-year-old man dying unexpectedly; we are born to die.
This is not about my own mortality; I feel my body’s anarchy everyday. My time may also be nigh.