By Chris Barnes
Tragic. The norm before #OscarsSoWhite in the NFL. Fear of a Black man. Cam Newton.
Backing up the revered Tim Tebow at Florida. No more. Possessing stolen computers? A distant memory. Sulking with a hot towel on his head while opponents crushed the Carolina Panthers? Done. The man matured from Clark Kent into Superman. The net result? He dodges kryptonite constantly.
The statement that he made with his pearly white teeth sparkling: “I’m an African-American quarterback that may scare a lot of people because they haven’t seen nothing that they can compare me to” reverberates throughout the media.
Does the old racist myth about Black athletes not being qualified to start as NFL quarterbacks still resonate? Doug Williams and Russell Wilson don’t think so.
When he gives out footballs to fans of all races – costing him $5,250 per ball – nobody criticizes him. After tossing 45 TD passes this season, he ponied up a whopping $235,125. Some people don’t make that in a lifetime.
I don’t understand why people try to bring this brother down. He thoroughly enjoys himself on the biggest stage: the NFL. While rumors swirl about Peyton Manning using HGH, we get heart-warming images of his son, four-year-old Marshall Manning. Newton and his significant other just gave birth to a baby boy named Chosen Newton. Why no pictures of that child? You be the judge.
On February 7, 2016, when Cam Newton becomes the third Black QB to hoist the Lombardi Trophy, he should stare at the camera, give it the People’s Eyebrow, and say, “How do you like me now?” Then “dab on dem fools.” You did it all season and richly deserve the league’s MVP Award.