When I heard that Don Imus was going back on the air, I thought it would take a year before he made another racial slur. It’s been less than six months and he’s done it again.
According to the Associated Press:
The latest comments by Imus to come under scrutiny were aired on Monday’s broadcast. During a conversation about (Adam) Jones’ run-ins with the law, Imus asked, “What color is he?” Sports announcer Warner Wolf said Jones — formerly known as Pacman — is “African-American.” Imus responded: “There you go. Now we know.”
The on-air exchange came months after Imus’ return to work on a new show on WABC-AM following his firing from MSNBC and CBS Radio for calling the Rutgers University women’s basketball team “nappy-headed hos.”
In the latest incident, Imus was referring to suspended Dallas Cowboys cornerback, Adam Jones. Jones has said he will pray for Imus, while Reverend Al Sharpton promised to investigate the incident.
“I find the inference of his remark disturbing because it plays into stereotypes,” Sharpton said in a statement. “We will determine in the next day or so whether or not his remark warrants direct action on our part.”
Imus, meanwhile calls the on-air slip a “ridiculous” non- event. “How insane would I have to be? What would I be thinking”
Those are interesting questions and there are a number of possibilities.
The first is that Imus has spent too much time socializing in the blindingly white world of Westport, Connecticut. There are more African-Americans in Kiana, Alaska, than there are in Westport. The unreality of life there, even for the most modest, run-of-the-mill Westport millionaire, provides a lifetime inoculation against any of the dreaded diseases of diversity found in other towns across America.
For a rich celebrity like Imus, who shuttles back and forth from white Shangri-La to his ABC studios, it’s even worse. There is about as much chance of him physically interacting with Main Street African-Americans as there is of me sitting down for dinner with a family of Martians.
The point is this: like a pedophile, Imus is incurable. His attitudes about race are as antiquated as he is. He is a relic of the 60s and 70s that modern medicine has miraculously kept breathing into the 21st Century. His new African-American props — his new co-hosts — are a joke. It’s like Martha Stewart, another Westport product, inviting Sidney Poitier to a garden party to give the appearance of racial enlightenment.
Given his pampered, isolated lifestyle, there is no chance that Imus will ever change. Banishment from the airways a year ago, and now his return to the front pages as a racially insensitive dolt, proves that like many old dogs, Imus can’t learn a new trick, much less control his tongue.
The humane thing is to just shoot him.
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