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Stephen A on Steve Nash

This take was fascinating for me to see, especially from Stephen A.
I love that the world of sports has worked so hard in the past few months to lift up inequality but this just isn’t one of the moments that applies. At least not in the way SAS suggests. Not in the NBA.
The same basic situation (getting a head coaching gig with no coaching experience) has happened for lots of Black coaches. Most recently it was probably Jason Kidd. The best and most prominent Black coach in the NBA is Doc Rivers and he had the same kind of job handed to him as did Steve Kerr, the most successful coach in the last decade.
I appreciate that we’re having the conversation but this focus may mean we’re still missing the actual core reason BIPoC usually *do* miss out on opportunities. This hire is about the privilege of relationship, not Whiteness. It’s not quite nepotism but it is about access. Nash and the Nets GM Marks are longtime friends. (That friendship was probably furthered by them both being White non-Americans on their Suns teams so race keeps showing up. It almost always shows up.) People tend to favor those they already know. Decision makers are still usually White and the people they know best are usually White. There’s nothing nefarious but this insular cycle is very real and incredibly powerful.
In this moment, we should also recognize the power of the NBA athlete. As much as Marks loves Nash, the most important people in the Nets organization are Kevin Durant and Kyrie Irving. They both have positive relationships with Nash too. Without their input, there’s no chance Nash would have this job.
Again, the theme is not race, but connection. I’d love to see us spend energy figuring out how more of us can connect. Especially for those of us to whom access to power is usually unavailable. 

Over the Ohio



The water is wide

Littered with empty bodies

Once young old weak and strong

Mingled with fish and sledge

Along with the memories of those

Who made it over the Ohio


To a new home of hope

No land but how brave

Promising to remain 

North of the river

Away from pattyrollers 

Somehow, finally free


Their lucky descendant

Starts driving faster

As I take a bridge

One of several I’ll cross

Just hoping for fun tonight

In Cincy or Louisville


Leaving Kentucky for Ohio

Trading South for North 

Simply signs on the highway

Beneath the shining images  

Pointing me to a downtown

Or a floating casino


Nothing calls to attention

The history or the bodies

Still and real below me

Trapped in the Ohio

Permanently, without memories

Somehow, finally free


© Gayle Force Press 2012

A poem by Franklin Oliver



My Blackness 



I wear My Blackness like a cape

Like Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman 

No, she doesn’t always wear a cape.

Her daily life isn’t a special occasion I guess. 


I wear My Blackness like a cape

Like Hawkgirl, Thor, Spiderman

Except no he doesn’t wear one

’cause he’s always caught up in a web

Like I am

But he creates his own webs

While I get stuck in someone else’s

With My Blackness flying all around me 


I wear My Blackness like a cape

’cause Ric flair is the greatest of all time

But he’s also the Nature Boy and his robe tells you it’s true.

Same as I’m telling you about my life

and this heavy fucking cape around my neck 


See, I wear My Blackness like a cape

Because that weight makes me stronger and braver and prouder and bolder

than you could ever understand.  


I wear My Blackness like a cape

Because It reminds me that on any

Tuesday night or Friday morning

I might need a cape to protect me from the rest of the human race. 


I wear My Blackness like a cape

Because some folks still pretend that they just don’t see

The very first thing they notice about me. 


I wear My Blackness like a cape

Because It helps define me for me.

Because It contains multitudes.

And because I love it. 



© Gayle Force Press 2020

A poem by Franklin Oliver 



Justified Use of Force (for DaDon)


Every year there are

Untold more of us

An Ahmaud Arbery, Botham Jean,

Eric Garner, Tamir Rice or me


Then a loud clamor

Our broken faces on TV

We ask so many questions

That no one’s forced to answer


With sympathy’s short half-life

Most just wait for the noise to stop

So the questions

Can disappear once again


Just like us

In our lives

And our deaths




© Gayle Force Press 2020

A poem by Franklin Oliver




Hunted and sought

Captured then bought 

Still we do survive 


Shackled and chained

Whipped to be trained

Still we do survive 


Raped and abused

Scarred, misused 

Still we do survive 


Worked just like dogs

Fed worse than hogs

Still we do survive 


Freed then discarded 

Our progress retarded

Still we do survive 


Separate but equal 

Slavery’s sequel 

Still we do survive 


The Movement fights

For basic rights

Still we do survive 


A change from the past 

With “Free At Last”

Still we do survive 


Dreams still deferred

Our consciences stirred 

Still we do survive 


The POTUS is Black

So racists fight back 

Still we do survive 


A Movement anew

Now what will we do


More than just survive 



© Gayle Force Press 2019

A poem by Franklin Oliver

April’s Last



Soon will be May again

That darling month of poems, flowers,

Gaiety and holidays

Till then though, 

April will hold fast

To its power to sway

The fragile moods of humans

With wind, sun, buds and storms

Performing their spontaneously choreographed dance

Raw and intemperate

In full, unceasing view of us all



© Gayle Force Press 2012

A poem by Franklin Oliver 




Our Budding Spring


Bony trees flex

Their pubescent arms skyward

In obvious prayer

As they ask for more light

More life

More time for their quickly growing branches

Presenting the beautiful colors we admire

While we point

Our failing eyes skyward

No obvious prayers

As we ask for more light

More life

More time for our quickly growing branches



© Gayle Force Press 2011