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ICYMI...
October 23, 2014: Eye on Germantown (pt 2) with Wake Up With WURD host Solomon Jones
https://soundcloud.com/900amwurd/wake-up-with-wurd-102314-instagramming-philly-pt-2
September 12, 2014: #InstagrammersPhilly segment with Wake Up With WURD host Solomon Jones, and later joined by photojournalist David Maialetti
https://soundcloud.com/900amwurd/wake-up-with-wurd-91214-eye-on-germantown-pt-2
Take a listen, and tell me what you think!
Name Solomon Jones
Status Out
Date Nov. 14
Comment Jones is now hoping to avoid disillusionment, after getting a second opinion on the artistic merits Noah Baumbach's Frances Ha, Highlights Magazine reports.
Welcome Solomon, bye bye Romero !
Le dernier match de présaison a sonné le glas des espoirs de Romero Osby d'être un Magic pour la saison à venir. Orlando a en effet annoncé les noms des joueurs coupés et l'ancien joueur d'Oklahoma figure dans la liste. Si les autres joueurs non conservés - Mickell Gladness, Kris Joseph, Manny Harris, tous les 3 invités - ne constituent pas une vraie surprise (c'est l'inverse qui l'eut été), on pouvait espérer un meilleur sort pour Osby, auteur d'une summer league très correcte mais dont la productivité sur cette présaison avait semblé un peu limitée eu égard à son temps de jeu. Osby fait aussi les frais d'une grosse concurrence à son poste. C'est d'ailleurs un autre ailier-fort, Solomon Jones, qui est l'heureux élu et qui prolonge l'aventure dans sa région natale. On se souvient de mots flatteurs de la part de Jacque Vaughn à propos de Jones pendant les camps d'entrainement. Un nom qui porte chance puisque la saison passée c'est DeQuan Jones qui avait créé une petite sensation en étant retenu.
L'effectif est donc actuellement composé de 15 joueurs, dont Hedo Turkoglu...
Loïc.
Rather than us telling you why Solomon Jones writes, we figured it would be better to let him explain it himself!
Quatre nouveaux visages pour les camps d'entraînement d'Orlando.
Orlando voit s'approcher le début des camps d'entraînement (début octobre) et a donc décider d'étoffer son effectif avec 4 joueurs supplémentaires...
Les heureux élus se nomment Solomon Jones, Kris Jospeh, Manny Harris et Micheal Eric. Des joueurs peu ou pas expérimentés en NBA. Le plus ancien est Solomon Jones, un ailier-fort qui a débuté en NBA en 2006 avec Atlanta. Kris Joseph, un petit ailier, était rookie la saison passée, lors de laquelle il a connu 2 équipes : les Celtics, qui l'avaient drafté en 51ème position, et les Nets. Une saison très discrète, même pour un second tour de draft, où il n'aura participé qu'à 10 rencontres en tout et pour tout. Il vient de participer avec la sélection canadienne au Championnat des Amériques. L'arrière Manny Harris, en 2 saisons, n'a pas démérité en NBA : 80 rencontres, dont 20 dans le cinq majeur, avec les Cavaliers de Cleveland, avec la saison dernière une moyenne de 6.7pts inscrits. Le joueur n'est pas passé par la case draft. Quant à Micheal Eric, un intérieur de 2,08m pour 109kg, il n'a jamais joué en NBA mais avait été recruté lui aussi par les Cavaliers l'été dernier. Cleveland s'en était finalement séparé avant le début de saison et le joueur nigérian était malgré tout resté dans l'Ohio, mais pour évoluer en D-League, à Canton Charge.
Loïc.
What the Riley Cooper flap taught my son
By Solomon Jones
I often think of my son when I hear about incidents such as the racist rant by Philadelphia Eagle Riley Cooper, who said of a black security guard at a Kenny Chesney concert that he would, "Fight every n----- in here!"
In my view, those types of interactions are about power and control. They are about belittling people when you feel you have the advantage.
At a country music concert, "every n----- in here," to use Cooper's ugly phrase, might have been a few dozen people, and many of them would be workers, much like that security guard.
In an environment like that one, people who harbor racist sentiments tend to be more aggressive. Just ask any black man who's ever been in such a situation.
But racism isn't always so vitriolic.
Hatred in disguise
After watching the video of the incident, and seeing the hatred in Cooper's eyes as he spat the n-word like so much venom, I realized that hate can be concealed by a handshake. It can call itself your companion. It can sit on the bench next to you and never say a word.
Cooper has spent years in locker rooms with black teammates. He has sweat with them at the same practices, played with them on the same fields and eaten with them at the same tables. Many of those black teammates called him a friend. It remains to be seen what they will call him now.
But this is about so much more than Cooper. It's about all of us, because as I watched Cooper's comments, a single thought came to me again and again: If Cooper, a man who has spent his career working closely with black people, could express such hatred toward us, what is in the minds of the people who don't interact with African Americans on a regular basis?
Troubling as a parent
That is the most unsettling thing about this for me, not only as a black man, but also as a father.
I could know a Riley Cooper — someone who purports to be a friend, but is a second away from expressing race-based rage. I don't want to be bothered with people like that. I don't want my children subjected to that, either.
I don't want my children to have to deal with people who will smile in their faces while secretly hating them because of their skin color.
I don't want my children to have to interact with people who will call them friends to their faces and call them the n-word behind their backs.
I don't want my children to go through life wondering if they were denied opportunities because of what they looked like rather than their qualifications.
I want my children to know that they are unique, that they are talented, that they are beautiful and that they are too complex to be defined by any one word. But I also want my children to be wise.
I told my children as soon as they were old enough to understand that there were people who would not like them because they are black. But I also told my children that not everyone is a racist, and that they must judge every person as an individual, even when others do not afford them that same courtesy.
That is a hard lesson for a father to have to teach.
It is especially difficult as a black father with a son. It's hard because I know there will be times when he will be treated unfairly because society has deemed black boys as problem children. I know that there will be times when he will have to work harder to overcome stereotypes because people would rather believe their prejudices. I know there will be times when the bigotry of others will weigh on him.
But I also know that my son is a loving boy who is optimistic about the world around him.
He loves science more than sports.
He loves knowledge more than pop culture.
He loves to laugh more than anything.
If I could teach my son anything from this mess with Riley Cooper, I would hope to impart three lessons: Don't let people's prejudices define who you are, never judge others by the color of their skin, and no matter what you do, and no matter where you go, never let this world steal your laughter.
Mr. President: Trayvon's family needs you
by Solomon Jones
Mr. President, in Nov. 2008, I took my son into the voting booth as I cast my ballot for you. Like millions of black voters across the nation, I recognized that day, that year, that season of hope and change as a key moment in our great nation's history.
On that day, a seed matured.
It was a seed that was planted with my ancestors' bare hands, plunged into the copper-colored clay of Georgia and the tar-stained tobacco fields of the Carolinas.
It was a seed that was planted in orange groves in the days when my father — at the age of nine — was told to use a restaurant's back door in his native Florida.
That seed, quite simply, held our future.
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