Such was the insanity of learning that skin color had little to do with anything and that it was not intrinsic.Blacks were generally taller and more muscular than whites , whites were smarter and more creative than blacks.Both statements are wrong. Blacks bred for slavery were not caused by by evolution to be the way they were, Whites in an environment that caused them to struggle more for food and shelter developed the need for using their big brains in order to survive. So neither trait is intrinsic.

Almost Thirty years ago Jimmy (the Greek) Snyder, CBS Sports commentator, analyst and oddsmaker, was fired by the network yesterday after a controversial television interview in which he said many blacks were superior athletes because of breeding from the time of slavery.

I always thought it was odd that they could call him "The Greek" an odds maker but he couldn't have an opinion on black or white athletes.

When the slave market was at its peak, slave farms specialized in selective breeding. Some bred for height, but most bred for strength and bodily beauty. As a result, a whole class of gladiators came to be in the form of basic African genes.These Adonises and Venuses or should I say Atlases? were bought and sold as fast as they were produced and certain bloodlines brought the most money at auction.What was the crime? Not selective breeding, but the pre-determination of purpose for the breeding.

Discussions are often started with a premise that is faulty and assuming that all arguments for or against must be predicated on the assumption that A is not A but B. To help those who are lost you must first get them back to the premise they have started with and work to get them to understand why it is important to start correctly, otherwise they will spend their time trying to prove that A really is B if you subordinate logic and reality enough the conclusion will appear correct.

Thank you.

...and brought individuals such as yourself into my life...what a joy....

posted to facebook...trying to get it to go viral...

my "debate" class in high school started me on my path to reason and logic and guided me to Ayn Rand and the life I have lived...I have loved it all....

Hell, no!

Excellent , TreyJ but could you hit the trey.

Good for you, wow!

With absolutely no modesty, when teaching at a small community college in Wyoming years (decades) ago, I was shooting baskets with the basketball team and a couple of the black players (still friends with one of them) challenged me to dunk one, I said, "Gimme a couple weeks." I worked out. Two weeks later, I did it, won a bottle or bourbon from them (drinking age at that time in Wyoming was 19.). I am 6-4 and was 38 years old at the time. So, there!!

I've never seen that movie. I'll have to download it and watch it.

http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/video/11...

And https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r97Nv...

You got me.

Small world I think my cousin was born in 1958 or 59. He was on Pepperdines 1978 NCAA championship team.
When vacationing with them we went to the Palos Verdes Beach Club they belonged to. It was located under the big W . Made famous by what movie?

You're welcome on the essays. Also while I was at UCLA, my junior year I was Karch Kiraly's Resident Assistant at Sproul Hall during his freshman year. He was a nice guy, very quiet.

My cousin born stone deaf in San Pedro , Ca as he grew up he learned to read lips and his family belonged to a beach club. He is white 6 feet and he grew up playing beach volleyball with the likes of Karch Kiraly .He was on the US National team and He played at Pepperdine Univ and was featured in an ad for VB nets .The photo shot shows him slamming a volleyball . His feet were above the bottom of the net.
Jumping in sand certainly developed his vertices jumping skills. I mentioned his inability to hear because he overcame that disability and has raised a Family with a successful career and no favors just a phone that coverts words to text.
Thanks for all your essays Robt!

When I was at UCLA in the 1970s, there was a 5'11'' white guy, Jimmy Spillane, on the basketball team who could dunk. I saw him do it and the crowd went absolutely berserk. He's the patron saint of all those, like you and I, who have never had a prayer of being able to dunk.

In the past when asked if I have any disability
I would often say "I can't slam dunk"