Looking at the present and the past (my lesson in word origin)

For the past month, the Trayvon Martin case has made its way across national headlines and news outlets. At first glance, the story looks horrific. A 17-year old African-American male is walking through his gated community after purchasing an iced tea and Skittles from the store. An overzealous white neighborhood watchman sees the boy and calls 911 to report a suspicious looking character. The watchman insists on following the youth although the 911 operator advises against it. Eventually, the youth is shot and the watchman, George Zimmerman, is not charged in the killing, and is allowed to walk free.

Millions of people protest, in defense of the child’s innocence. Zimmerman goes into hiding, fearing for his own safety as the outrage of citizens grows. The police chief of Sanford, FL temporarily resigns, raising the angst of many, because his resignation is not permanent.

Now, today I read that the Martin family is looking to trademark Trayvon’s name on memorabilia that is being sold by others. This comes on the heels of new information that claims Martin had been suspended from school three times in the last year, once for marijuana possession. The official police report claims that Martin (over six feet, but slight at 150 pounds) may have attacked Zimmerman (5’9” and over 200 pounds, but less than the initial 250 reported) and reached for his gun, bolstering the guard’s initial claim of self-defense.

As this drama plays itself out, one thing is becoming apparent. This story will not go away soon, and I fear that the details, factual or fictional, are going to get more sordid. And many wrongs are making none of this right.

Upon reading of the Martin’s trademark request, I almost fell out of my chair. I thought that they have to be kidding – to take financial advantage of their son’s murder. Truth is, they are probably trying to stop others from doing the same.

Something happened that night in Sanford, and George Zimmerman should have been arrested. He should be in jail now awaiting trial. I have no idea or not that he was acting in self-defense, but do believe he should have backed off when advised to do so.

The fact that Trayvon Martin may not be quite as innocent as the pictures flashed across every news channel has nothing to do with this. Two males got in a scuffle and one was shot and killed. The person who fired the shot may be “innocent until proven guilty,” but he can’t just be allowed to walk. We have court procedures and a due process system designed to determine guilt or innocence. But, until the process takes place, the shooter must be detained. Period.

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On another note, my summer activities will now feature “cookouts” when I’m going to an outdoors event with food and games. Here’s why.

Last week, I received a lesson in etymology, or the meaning of words. It was disturbing to say the least. As it turns out, the meaning of the word “picnic” goes far back, and I’d bet that many others, like myself were unaware of this.

As it turns out, back in the days of slavery, the occasion of a slave sale was quite the festive event. Families came from all around, bringing food and fun to celebrate the occasion. Since the “sale” was actually an auction, there could be a bidding war occurring from time to time. So, beforehand, the plantation masters would survey the slaves who were being sold that day, or “picking” who they wanted to make a bid on. Of course, most people know what the N-word is short for. Add one and one together and the event was a “pick-a-….”

I was not aware of this and am now horribly embarrassed. Is it just me?

Hurley Heads to Rhode Island; Moneyball Wins Again

Former Wagner men's basketball coach
Dan Hurley left for a position at URI

It was a sad day on Grymes Hill in Staten Island on Monday as word began to leak out that men’s basketball coach Dan Hurley, who had orchestrated a 20-win turnaround in two seasons, was leaving Wagner College to head for a much higher paying position with the University of Rhode Island, a member of the more prestigious Atlantic 10 conference.

As of Monday afternoon, I had only read the article stating that URI had received permission to talk with Hurley, who with brother Bobby as his top assistant, led the Seahawks to a 25-6 record this year, with victories against Air Force, Santa Clara, Princeton (by 18) and Pittsburgh, who was ranked #15 nationally at the time.

My first inkling that a change was in the works came soon after the Pitt game. Listening to Hurley being interviewed on national television, he was asked about the pressure of winning on ESPN in front of a crowd quadruple the size of any seen at Wagner’s Spiro Center. The response was telling.

“Well, now we’ll go back to our 2,000 seat gym and get ready for the next games in our conference (Northeast).”

Not arena, or sports complex. GYM. Just like in high school, where Hurley cut his head coaching teeth, at St. Benedict’s in New Jersey. Sporting a record of 223-21 after nine years, it was easy to see why Wagner might have taken a chance on a high school coach to lead its program.

But the word “gym” got to me. My first thought was, “he’s already looking at bigger things.”

A couple of weeks later, my concerns were assuaged as he told ESPN’s Andy Katz exactly the opposite. To paraphrase, Hurley said that he wasn’t a coaching lifer, was interested in building a program, that he had stayed at St. Benedict’s for nine years after promising three… blah blah blah. It read well, and I almost believed that he was different from the other money grabbers who prance up and down the sidelines of college hardwoods and gridirons around the country. It seemed reasonable.

My first belief was that the Hurley’s were ready to build a program in the model of Butler or Gonzaga, a small school with a big program. And wouldn’t it be neat to be the name synonymous with the program, like Coach K has done with Duke or Knight at Indiana, or guys like Brad Stevens and Mark Few at the above mentioned schools? And being from an hour outside of Richmond, I’d be remiss to not mention that VCU and Shaka Smart are now joined at the hip. Not the team, the school. The great ones command that kind of word association. More on Coach Smart in a minute.

Bobby Hurley (R) will also be leaving
Wagner to join his brother at URI as
head assistant

Not that the Hurley’s need name recognition. Father Bob is in the Basketball Hall of Fame, having won over 1,000 games and multiple national championships as the coach at legendary St. Anthony’s High School in Jersey City. Bobby was an All-American point guard and NCAA career assist leader who helped Coach K win two national titles at Duke in the early 1990’s. Oddly enough, Dan is the least famous of the three (for now) in spite of scoring over 1,000 points as a guard at Seton Hall.

A couple of months ago, I was talking with fellow Wagnerian and TKE brother Bill Goverman about this. Bill lives in Los Angeles these days where he runs a maid service for the stars. Having heard a few of his stories about rubbing elbows with movie stars, I can’t wait for his book! Anyhow, we were talking about Wagner basketball and I presented my theory, which was that we’d only have Dan for about three years, then Bobby could take over and get head coaching experience at a program he helped to build. In my mind, we were into year two of the six-year plan.

Bill would have none of it. “Don’t say that!” He was hopeful that we’d begin a run of NCAA tournament appearances and build to the point where they would both want to stay. I thought it could be possible, but we’d have to get good enough to earn a few home games at Madison Square Garden… yes, I dared to dream.

In fact, last month, after missing a personal appearance at our National Alumni Association board meeting, which was highlighted by a basketball doubleheader with Danny and Bobby speaking to the alumni between games, I decided to e-mail both of them. In the note, I joked that I had wanted to attend the meeting, if only to present the motion of passing a hat to collect enough money to keep both of them at Wagner.

No response. That didn’t bother me because I’d rather see the basketball coach concentrating on the team during the season than responding to an e-mail from dopey alum.

Guess that response will never arrive because the people from Rhode Island called asking for permission to talk to Dan Hurley. It was granted.

Days later, the contract was signed and the terms were announced. Six years for $4 million. There must have been enough left over in the till, because Bobby was going to leave too, instead of possibly gaining his first head assignment, which I heard was offered.

After a few minutes of being mad and erasing my Hurley TV spots from the DVR, logic took over.

Wagner doesn’t offer long-term contracts and from the look of what coaches at similar sized schools make (the coaches’ salaries from the NCAA teams comes out around this time of year), Wagner might have started Hurley off with a two-year deal for about $150-200K. And that’s being a little generous.

So let’s say you’re a systems analyst at a tech company or a second-year lawyer at a good firm, pulling down $100,000 a year. Your contract is almost up, and a request comes in for an interview, followed by an offer for $665,000 plus perks, which could double your pay. Do you take it?

Yeah, probably… you think?

The one thing I had to remember is this. As Seahawk fans, we’re upset because our coach left. But, it’s our school, but his profession. The Hurley’s have no tie to Wagner, coaching basketball is their job. And when a better offer comes along at your job, you take it.

With that said, I’d like to thank the Hurley brothers for their good work at Wagner. How many coaches have ever gone from 5-26 to 25-6 in two seasons, in any sport? There should be a number of quality coaches chomping at the bit for a chance to coach a 25-6 team with four starters and ten players possibly returning.

Speaking of Shaka Smart, he has bucked the loyalty factor, turning down a cool $2.5 million to coach at Illinois to stay at VCU for half that amount. I’d say coach for life over in Richmond. Bravo!!

Best wishes for the both of you in Rhode Island. Thank you for the enjoyable, albeit, short ride.

Harvard Implicit Test - Still Backwards

This finding seems to clarify my original thoughts about the Harvard Implicit tests. While the exam claims to measure ‘automatic” responses, I wonder how many accommodations are made for other factors. For example, I am left-handed. In my view, the results from my first attempt at this test looked backward from what I assumed it would be.
On attempt #2, I made the conscious decision to take an IAT that was safe from any type of underlying emotional response. On the first IAT, I was determined to prove that my “unconscious” feelings matched my conscious ones. The result totally threw me for a loop.

Yet this one also seems backwards, as noted by the fact that I fell into the “1 percent” category. In my conscious mind, I have no idea why I would associate females with science and males with liberal arts. Perhaps, it is because I graduated as a liberal arts major in college and was not a great science student. This is the only explanation that makes sense to me. My “preference” for females and science could be mirrored by my past inability to master the various subjects, and in honesty, biology, chemistry, and honors physics were not berry…berry good to me!

Looks like the third time will be the charm when it comes to the Harvard Implicit test.

Wow, I made the bottom category! Really?

You have completed the Gender - Science IAT.

Your Result

Your data suggest a strong association of Female with Science and Male with Liberal Arts compared to Male with Science and Female with Liberal Arts.

Cultural Memoir Activity - Rediscovering my Blue Crate

In case one wonders why I was insulted by the results of last week's Harvard Implicit test... feel free to read on...

As part of our coursework for Cultural Competency and Leadership class, each student was asked to make a five minute presentation, giving a brief description of ourselves and what part of our cultural background has made each of us the people we are today.

My first concern with this exercise was validated as soon as the first presenter almost 20 minutes. There is little doubt that as people, most of us like to talk about ourselves. Given an audience, an assignment and time, this was the opportunity for 19 classmates and me to really open up and find our common threads.

Of course, the presentations took up a bit more than two full sessions, but I’m not complaining.

My first insight was how many people identified themselves first by ethnicity. I don’t necessarily mean Asian, African-American or White, but more specifically Italian, Jewish, Korean, and so on. The second point always seemed to be one’s hometown, or even state. In one instance, a presenter noted being from South Carolina, but from a different part of the state than Dr. Chon Glover, our professor, who serves the College of William and Mary as an assistant to President Reveley, focusing on issues of diversity. Some schools might call her position the Director of Diversity, but I think she has earned a couple of upgrades in Tribeland.

It was an interesting activity. For the academic critics who view William and Mary as upper-class and predominantly white, these would have been an interesting two class sessions to sit through. Then again, it might have been taken into consideration that this was a conglomeration of 20 students who chose to participate in this elective course; therefore, the students were more culturally aware or concerned about this subject because of personal choice, not academic program requirement.

Picture this crate..but 30 years older

Regardless, the best part was that I got to look through the crate again!

About 25 years ago, I took a few worn-out, blue milk crates out of the back of my local McDonald’s and decided to use one to hold my personal knick-knacks. The first items were collectables from my alma mater, Wagner College, such as old student newspapers, assignments, graduation pictures, and letters sent from friends and TKE brothers from vacations, or our study abroad program in Austria. As time progressed, newer and older items found their way into the crate. Birthday cards are automatic entries. Pictures that haven’t been snatched up by my younger sister Carrie have found a new home.

I had not dug through the crate in about ten years before this assignment came about. The main reason being – once I start, it’s going to be an all-day event.

While this viewing was completed in under eight hours, it was no less enlightening. First item found was an autobiography that I wrote for “Apollo and Dionysus” class at Wagner for the IDS (Interdisciplinary Studies) program. Wow, we all hated having to take those 18 credits, but it was amazing to see how I viewed my life history at 19 years old. Right under the report (which received an A) was a book of poetry which I submitted for a writing contest during my senior year of college. I am not a poet, but the contest was named for Dr. Jack Boies, at the time, a recently deceased English professor at Wagner, and a great help as my academic advisor during the two years of school, particularly as I was aiming to become editor of the school paper with Keith Giglio. First bit of advice should have been, follow Keith as he is the gifted writer!

Ten minutes later, I found a Hank Aaron baseball card. One of these days, I’ll really get into the story of our Hank Aaron parade here. In short, in about 1973, a few of us from the neighborhood, my family (Kelly and Carrie were there, Jeff might have been too young), the Hopewells (Fred, Jimmy and Denis), the Hadeeds (Bobby and Fred), let’s see, Monique Laventure, some of the Rosser’s (Lisa?)… maybe a couple of other people decided that we were sick of hearing how people were intending to harm Aaron as he pursued the all-time homerun record held by Babe Ruth. So, we called the Alexandria Gazette and told them we were having a parade. They came and covered the event and the result was a half-page story (with picture). A year later, I was able to present the article to Hammerin’ Hank as he was on a meet and greet tour with Magnavox.

Given that this was Alexandria, Virginia in the early 1970’s didn’t seem like such a big deal at the time. Of course, the symbolic parallel is that “Remember the Titans,” one of my favorite movies, even though I didn’t attend T.C. Williams, was set in Alexandria, in 1971. Had to figure that was a story to share in Cultural Competency class. Can’t believe we ranged in age from 4 to 11 and had enough sense to recognize the racial hatred being directed at Aaron, and then to act in a public manner on it.

More to share … next week. My blue crate is not big, but there is a story behind most of the items.