When did middleweight boxing legend Bernard Hopkins, 46, morph into a Malcolm X wannabe? It apparently has been an ongoing process since “B-Hop” embraced Islam.
So what sparked Hopkins to hate on Washington Redskins quarterback Donovan McNabb?
All it took was a microphone to be placed in front of Bernard's ugly mug. Brother, get your jagged rock teeth fixed before you talk down about somebody.
Rocking the mic—unlike socially conscious rapper Common, who recently performed for the Obamas—Hopkins told a group of reporters that McNabb was a house guy, and he (“B-Hop,” or “The Executioner”) is a field guy.
A lot of people recognized what Hopkins meant. He was being insensitive to the so-called “races”—like he often does to help promote his fights. Hopkins’ jab at McNabb was meant to say Donovan is a modern house slave—an Uncle Tom.
It’s a shame I have to bring up the horrible atrocities committed during the American slavery period in this column, but idiots like Hopkins force me to. You see—house slaves were given better food, clothes and shelter than field slaves.
The slaves who worked in the big house were widely considered to be an agent of the slave master. There aren’t any African-American slaves being held on plantations, today—that I know of. But Hopkins can’t let it go.
Bernard and people of his ilk hate because they're suffering from what I call self-imposed mental slavery. He's so full of animosity that he continues to promote willful stupidity.
It’s time, however, for Hopkins’ stupid comments—aimed at bringing down people who promote intelligence and harmony—to stop. I believe he’s one of the last of a dying breed—a breed rushing out of existence—that blames men for not being hoods from the ‘hood.
His ilk is also the type to attack and blame victims and praise people who act like hoodlums.
What makes Hopkins any better than idiots like Rush Limbaugh and others who’ve attacked McNabb? Nothing. I’m not a Donovan McNabb apologist, but I’m not a McNabb hater, either. The man loves to give back to the community, and his work outside the lines is legendary.
It’s not like McNabb is the next Martin Luther King Jr., or President Barack Obama in terms of respect from the African-American community, but he’s no David Duke.
Make no mistake; Hopkins in his prime was capable of duking it out with any boxer on the planet. McNabb is no boxer and outweighs Hopkins by at least 40 pounds. With guns for biceps, Donovan could probably rear naked choke Hopkins out.
I’d probably take Hopkins in a boxing match between the two men—an event Hopkins could have his eyes on staging. I wouldn’t put it past him. If he did have it mind, it’s probably too late, now. The public would see it coming.
Blaming McNabb for taking advantage of resources available to him in America brought the general public’s ridicule Hopkins is going through, now. I don’t recall Hopkins doing this to Oscar De La Hoya—his business partner.
Hopkins was the World Boxing Hall of Fame’s and The Ring magazine’s 2001 Fighter of the Year. In 2004, he knocked Oscar De La Hoya out in the ninth round and became the first boxer ever to unify the four major titles.
It was the first time De La Hoya—who like Hopkins hadn’t lost in 11 years—was stopped in his illustrious career. It was a defining moment in the then-39-year-old Bernard’s career.
Like his boxing accomplishments, his list of ‘hood accolades run deep.
Hopkins was raised in Philadelphia’s projects and did an almost five-year bid in the clink. Before becoming a professional boxer, he went to prison as a teenager.
So what? I’m sick of this type of individual holding himself up as a role model. While parents should be the true role models for youth, I believe, successful athletes are often looked up to.
Now youngsters have President Barack Obama to look up to, but it’s evident Hopkins still wants to keep the willful illiteracy movement going. In the public eyes, there are a few of these people still around, but they’re a dying breed.
Gone are the days of blaming others for keeping one down—they should be—but people believe otherwise refuse to give up the funk.
The notion Hopkins adheres to is that a person is an Uncle Tom if they don’t go around toughing out the big man who is holding their “race” down.
To his ilk—if you date outside of your “race,” earn a college degree or act like a gentleman instead of a thug, then you’re a Tom who is somehow holding down the “race.”
Hopkins and fellow boxer Shane Mosley work with Oscar De La Hoya and are minority partners with Golden Boy Promotions. Not once have we heard B-Hop dissing any Mexicans, or even Shane Mosley—who doesn’t act like a thug.
I for one believe what Hopkins did is tantamount to black-on-black crime.
He’s a fine example of a crab in a barrel. Crabs are known for preventing their brethren from escaping, or leaving first from a shared barrel.
Hopkins probably doesn’t have a vendetta against barrel-chested McNabb in particular. I believe Bernard’s beef is really with anonymous men who he thinks act like McNabb.
Never one to shy away from controversy surrounding his so-called “race,” Hopkins is known for having to run for his life after disrespecting the whole of Puerto Rico by throwing the country’s flag down before his fight with Felix Trinidad in 2001.
Hopkins was obviously promoting a fight, then. It backfired on him in Puerto Rico after an angry mob chased him out of the press conference.
This is no different—except for the angry mob. Hopkins is trying to get people to watch his second of back-to-back fights against Jean Pascal on May 21.
In the fight, Bernard will be trying to break George Foreman’s record for being the oldest professional boxing champion. Foreman was 45 years old when he red-lighted heavyweight champion Michael Moorer in 1994.
The Executioner should read up on the man formerly known as “Detroit Red” who changed his style after being a long-time instigator of “racial” animosity in America.
A converted and devout Muslim, Malcolm X (“Detroit Red”) reversed his racial position after visiting Egypt and Africa. Malcolm’s father was a preacher in Marcus Garvey’s U.N.I.A. movement back in the 1920s-30s.
Hopkins will undergo the same transformation—you watch—once his boxing career is over in the actual ring. Don’t be surprised if Hopkins pulls a LeBron James and apologizes to McNabb way after the fact.
James apologized to Cleveland—sort of—after his Miami Heat knocked Boston out of the NBA playoffs last Wednesday night. LeBron perhaps heeded some good advice.
I also have a word of advice for Hopkins. Repent, brother. Apologize to Donovan McNabb and don’t do it again. For McNabb, I suggest you stay above the fray, forget about this fool and keep it moving, baby. Writers like me will set “B-Hop” straight.
In the interim, it’s time for me to straighten up and fly right out of here. Catch me next time on the next episode of Lake’s Race Card Report.