Kramer, for those who might not know, had quite the potty mouth the other night during his stand-up routine. Couple Afro-American hecklers started yelling he wasn't funny, and he busted out the one word white people can't ever use in public. Now, of course, he's trying to save face right and left for the boo-boo; as he rightly should. However...
In today's world, a simple apology just won't work. Heaven forbid that as an imperfect humanbeing the man said a few things he shouldn't. How many times a day does the normal person wish they could take back something they said? But when you're in the public eye, it's always a much bigger deal because obviously, if you're famous, you should automatically never slip up and say something absolutely awful. But when you do happen to make such a mistake, who do you call to fix your problems? A publicist who has roots in the Black community and the Reverand Jesse Jackson.
Give me a break. I know the word's beyond offensive, I know people get all pissy about it. (I'm not saying they shouldn't; it's beyond awful to say) But calling Kramer's angry remarks over some asshole's ribbing of his routine a "tremendous wound that he's inflicted on the American public and on the African-American Community" is ever so slightly blowing this situation out of proportion, as is Rev. Jackson's claiming that Kramer "needs some race sensibility training, and some psychiatric help."
Psychiatric help? For what? I'm sure he knows that he shouldn't utter the forbidden word. I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he's not a racist he just screwed up, but I suppose race sensibility training would fix him up all good if he was. I loate the disparity between those who can say it and those who can't. Nobody should, end of story; forgive and forget is a lost art.
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