On a drive through South Hampton during my recent camp outing on a Montauk beach, I noticed four or five drive through cigarette stores housed in tractor trailer-like boxes juxtaposed cramped commuters in a Long Island Railroad car. The rectangular tin can stores stuck out like a black eye on the pretty face of Rosanna Scotto in what may be the Western world’s ritziest neighborhood. Reservation, I guessed, and not the “table for two” kind. Not coincidentally, to be sure, less than a mile down the road, I saw a bumper sticker that read, “If you own property in the Hamptons, Thank a Shinnecock.” Ahhhh. The Shinnecock Indian Nation. An eight hundred acre reservation enclave of South Hampton. Cognitive dissonance overcame me. Hadn’t I just passed the Shinnecock Country Club? Yes, I had, which purportedly sits on tribal burial grounds. This morning, George Stephanopoulos rallied his troops around the Washington Redskins mascot debate. Shouldn’t the name change? The consensus was IF THEY’RE (read: Native Americans) OFFENDED, it should be changed. The almost all white panel (save Soledad O’Brien) was more irked by the football team’s losing ways than its alleged racist moniker. Whatever happened to, “If there is injustice to one, there is injustice to all?” I guess where football---the America opiate—is concerned; we’re all social conservatives. And, they call it the liberal media.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Oct 2013 15:44:32 +0000
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