
The Canessa Corner
By Kevin Canessa Jr.
SidRosenberg.com
TheHudsonLine.com
If you are like many of us who listen to the Sid Rosenberg show on a daily basis — and if you’re a fan (or former fan) of the Imus in the Morning Program — chances are, by now, you’ve been through the gamut of emotions when it comes to April 2007. We all know what happened on a fateful day that month on the radio and on MSNBC.
Of course, we all remember the outcries that followed the so-called “Rutgers Incident.” Whether it was Al Sharpton, Gwen Ifill … whomever … there were so many people who had an opinion on Imus, Sid and Bernie McGuirk it wasn’t even funny. And even more ironic is that for many who opined, a first-hand knowledge of the aforementioned and the kind of people they really are was non-existent.
One of the people who cried out loud for Imus, Sid and Bernie’s heads was a woman by the name of Jemele Hill.
OK — say it out loud.
Who?
Sure, you might be saying the same thing about me, too, since I am new to the Rosenberg Crew, but you’ll get to know me more. So there’s that.
Back to Ms. Hill.
Turns out she’s a columnist for ESPN.com, and according to Andy King, Sid’s executive producer, she is also a periodic contributor to the all-time ESPN great show “Cold Pizza.” When the proverbial crap hit the fan a little more than a year ago, Hill certainly had an opinion of Imus, Sid and Bernie. And for the love of God, she probably didn’t have a clue who any of the three men were.
Here’s a taste of what she had to say last year. She didn’t really like Imus’ initial two-week suspension.
“If it were up to me, security would have escorted the longtime radio jock out of his CBS Radio cocoon days ago. But for now, I'll have to settle for a two-week suspension that doesn't begin until next week. That'll show him. Days have passed since Imus, executive producer Bernard McGuirk and sports announcer Sid Rosenberg took turns taking cheap shots at the Rutgers women's basketball team, but I'm stil boiling because too many people continue to defend Imus behind lame free-speech arguments — remember, speech is free, but consequences are not — and the idea that black women just don't know a good joke when they hear one.”
OK fine. Everyone has a right to opine, even if they’re wrong, about a situation. But it’s not so much about the opinion she had a year or so ago. Have a look at what she said the other day (in case you didn’t hear it on Sid’s show Wednesday morning).
“Rooting for the Celtics is like saying Hitler was a victim. It’s like hoping Gorbachev would get to the blinking red button before Reagan.”
There’s more. Here’s what the dope wrote on her blog.
“If you watched Pistons basketball during the ‘80s, and were a part of the heated Pistons-C’s rivalry you understand that rooting for the Celtics is like rooting for everything soulless, evil and wrong. Rooting for the Celtics is like rooting for the guythat’s caught on “To Catch a Predator” to get away with it.
Jemele: I lived in New England for four years of my life in Newport, R.I. and I knew a lot of people who passionately rooted for the Boston Celtics. None of them are soulless. None of them would want to see the guy get away from Chris Hansen. And none of them found Hitler to be a victim. And none of them wanted Reagan to be second to press the red button.
Of course, Jemele, in your apology through ESPN, prior to your being told you were being suspended, you probably were ready to hide “behind lame free-speech arguments.”
Remember those words? They're your own.
How ironic it is that just 14 months after you lambasted Imus, Sid and Bernie, three good people who do a lot of good things for other people, you yourself, full of hypocrisy, used your position as a columnist and ESPN contributor to parse hateful, bigoted speech — in the context (just like Imus) of sports.
Who’s kidding whom here?
We all know, by now, Imus, Sid and Bernie aren’t racists. But by all indications, you certainly are. And like the buffoons who did the same to Imus, I’ll base this assertion on just a few pieces of evidence — like this blog entry you wrote some time ago when you wrote to “All Young White Men" after Rick Ankiel's HGH story broke last baseball season.
“Today, many of you are shocked, crushed, disappointed. You are befuddled, bewildered and numb that the “feel good” story of the Black Summer of 2007 has been snatched like a gold chain. You are angry at MLB and the media for linking this story to Barry Bonds’ use of performance-enhancing drugs, when HGH is clearly no big deal. You are amazed that anyone is actually discussing this “non-issue”from three years ago. You note that since Rick Ankiel only received a one-year supply, there is no way he could using HGH now. There is no way this is an issue. You note that Rick is perfectly within his rights to “dummy up” and claim client-doctor privileges. Sure, if he was black you’d say if he has nothing to hide, he should let everyone know the entire situation. But this is different. This is the feel good story of the Black Summer of 2007. You are just tired of hearing about all of this. Enough. It happened three years ago…leave the man alone.”
You said some other things in the post, then this.
“But mostly, I hope that, through Rick, other white men learn that society is quite capable of gobbling them up. No extra help is needed.”
What does all of this mean?
It’s really simple, actually.
Jemele Hill is a blatant, no-apologies necessary bigot and racist. But the mainstream media won’t cover the story, because the perp is African-American. If Imus, Sid or Bernie had made the same comments, but in the context of something African-American related, could you imagine the uproar?
Sharpton would be on The Today Show. There would be calls for dismissal from tons of people. And there would be an attempt to smear the names of the aforementioned.
But that’s not going to happen here. Because there’s a double standard in this country that is despicable. And mind you, in Kevin Canessa, you find one of the most liberal Americans on this planet.
Ms. Hill will have an upcoming, unplanned vacation. Thank goodness for that. At least she didn’t get a wrist slap.
But if there were any kind of justice in this world — justice for the likes of the very man who owns this Web site, and for two of his friends who both suffered enough injustices last year to last a lifetime — soon, and very soon, we’ll be watching a video on Sportscenter of the Bristol, Conn., police escorting Jemele Hill out of her coccon at ESPN headquarters, “with belongings in tow.” (Oh isn't it great when you can take someone's words and use them against them)?
And. quite frankly, it wouldn’t get much better than that.


So when we learned this week the World Trade Center rebuilding project was moving along at a snail's pace — you'd have to be living in a cave not to realize this though — and when he demanded answers as to why it was taking so long, and when he demanded to know how long it was really going to take and cost, I wasn't the least bit surprised.
The piece, written by New York State Editor
Fredric Dicker, explains that the cost of rebuilding at Ground Zero
will far surpass the originally estimated costs. But worse, the story
reveals what we all sort of already knew: The rebuilding project is way
off schedule, and it may be many years past the originally projected
2012 completion date before everything is said and done at the site of
our nation's worst-ever terrorist attack.
the cops, the firefighters, the EMTs, these heroic people who
woke up one September morning in 2001 — are now an afterthought. And
though we've invaded two nations since the attacks of that fateful day,
nothing, nothing at all, recalls the lives that were lost. There's
barely a plaque. The original names that donned the perimeter of the
site exist no more, thanks to construction. The fences around the site
close off this once-sacred place from the view of the people who might
want to come there to remember their lost relative.
Yet
in New York, the site of the largest number of casualties, there isn't
a thing to remember the victims. Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.