The Black Quarterback in D.C. dilema.

By aaronmccune
Sep. 02, 2014

I don't know the dynamics of your city but in D.C. the writing is on the wall when it comes to quarterback preferences for their beloved Washington Redskins. It's Chocolate City baby. We have never had a white Mayor. Never. In fact the Democratic primary is the defacto election. Mayor Marion Barry was caught on tape smoking crack cocaine. The images were splattered all over the local and national news. He ended up serving prison time. Yet upon his release he had the gall to run for Mayor again, and he won. Even though we only have one electoral vote, the citizens of D.C. waited for hours in freezing temperatures to ensure that Barack Obama got that one electoral vote. 

Washingtonians don't give a damn about whether or not the Redskins name and logo is offensive. They embrace having a person of color represent their team. Half of the black people in D.C and especially the ones with "Good Hair" claim to have Cherokee or some other Indian Nation's blood running through their veins. 

What they do care about is the quarterback situation. Every year about this time the most popular person in the DMV is the back up. Dating all the way back to Sonny vs Billy Kilmer. Patrick Ramsay vs Mark Brunnel. Gus Frerotte vs Trent Green. Notice I left out all of the controversies that include black quarterbacks. I did this because a quarterback controversy in D.C. including a black QB is a whole nother can of worms. If he is the back up, the fans will clamor for him. Each time the starter goes three and out, the pressure will be ratcheted up. God forbid the starter throws an interception. If the black QB is the starter then all he has to do is keep his QB rating above 50 and everything will be fine. Reverse racism? Not quite. I call it "Having a viable black quarterback on your roster in a town known as "Chocolate City". 

I blame it on Super Bowl XXII. That second quarter was ...heavenly. Thirty-five points. The perfect ending to an epic, against all odds run to the championship run by Washington's first African-American quarterback. The town went crazy. The atmosphere was unlike anything I've seen since. It was like the Jackie Robinson West Little Leaguers multiplied by Ray Lewis's Last Ride. That moment was so warm and fuzzy that some Redskins fans have been reduced to lovers longing for the feeling of that first crush only to find disappointment time and time again. 

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