A couple of recent events got me thinking about the sensitive issue of race.

The first occurred on Christmas Day when I watched “Reggie Warford: Fight of His Life.” Although the inspirational documentary zeroed in on Reggie’s current life-threatening health issues, much of the story chronicled his early battles with racism. As the first African American basketball player to graduate from the University of Kentucky in 1976, Reggie endured the many slings and arrows as “the loneliest athlete in America.”

The second event occurred just a couple of days ago with the passing of Houston Hogg. Hogg, who played football at the University of Kentucky from 1967-70, together with his African American teammates, broke the Southeastern Conference color barrier—thus paving the way for thousands of other athletes to follow.

Both Reggie and Houston were pioneers of integration, forever changing the landscape of sports in America. Because UK Basketball and Football have been such a big part of my life, I’m indebtedly grateful for their courage and sacrifice in making UK Athletics what it is today. I can’t imagine what it was like for either Reggie or Houston as they navigated through the prejudices and turmoil of the 60s and 70s. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I never really knew their stories or felt their pain.

There aren’t many issues in the world more divisive than ones involving race. It’s always been that way—at least in my lifetime. Growing up in the sixties, the battles over civil rights, school segregation, and affirmative action dominated the news headlines. In the nineties, the OJ Simpson saga had the entire nation polarized, as well as mesmerized. Even today, the specter of black versus white lies deceptively camouflaged, springing to life disguised as arguments involving police brutality and the appropriateness of kneeling during the national anthem.

In my personal experience, there are two segments of American society where outright racism lies comparatively dormant—the military and sports. Having served in the armed forces, I’ve seen people of every color work cohesively to support the mission at hand. In my role as a sportswriter, I’ve also seen the undeniable bond between teammates, regardless of their race or ethnicity.

But even in those realms, one would be extremely naïve to believe that prejudice is totally non-existent. The reality is that racism remains everywhere, often rearing its ugly head when you least expect it, forcing you to repeatedly re-examine the undeniable truth in our own Declaration of Independence that “all men are created equal.”

Within our own beloved Big Blue Nation, Kentucky Basketball fans pride themselves on being one big unified family. Yet one of the most divisive issues among the rabid fan base is still whether Adolph Rupp was a racist. The Baron of the Bluegrass, the man in the brown suit, the winningest coach of the program with the greatest tradition in the history of college basketball still gets eviscerated every time the race question gets brought up.

Why didn’t he recruit African American players—especially those in-state athletes so close to home? Why didn’t he cultivate a relationship with Dunbar High School’s late great African American coach S.T. Roach? What about Rupp’s allegedly overt racist halftime rant as recounted by Frank DeFord of Sports Illustrated?

For the many that have written about and pointed an accusatory finger at Coach Rupp, just as many have come to his defense. There’s a vocal majority—including many of his former players—who swear the stories implying bigotry and prejudice were either distorted or taken completely out of context. Ardent Wildcat fans cringe at the very thought of always being portrayed as the villain in the notebook of revisionist history.

Understandably, the truth remains clouded. Adolph Rupp was a product of those turbulent times. Stereotypes, societal prejudices, and even the law of the land screamed “inequality.” People spoke, thought, and reasoned differently than they do today. How else can you explain “separate but equal”, the use of blackface, and smart and experienced broadcasters such as Howard Cosell making egregious racial on-air slurs? That doesn’t necessarily absolve people of blame, but it does give you a reason for understanding why they acted as they did.

At the risk of contracting foot-in-mouth disease, I’ll readily admit I have no earthly idea what it’s like to be African American—just like most of you have no idea what it’s like to be Asian. I can tell you several instances in my life where I faced outright derision and discrimination. There were also numerous times well-meaning acquaintances made what they thought were innocent or funny quips regarding my heritage that I deemed insensitive and hurtful. My point being that we just don’t know what it’s like until we’ve walked a mile in someone else’s shoes.

I’d like to think that I don’t harbor any prejudices toward anyone. The reality, however, is that we all are influenced by the stereotypes of the era in which we grew up, lived, and breathed. How you thought, spoke, and acted in the 60s, 70s, or 80s was different than how you live, speak, and act today. What’s really important is what’s in your heart.

Muhammad Ali once said, “A man who views the world at fifty the same as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.”

Was Adolph Rupp a racist? I think the more appropriate question is “would Adolph Rupp be a racist in today’s day and age?”

I’d like to think not, but no one knows for sure what was in the Baron’s heart. What we do know is that racism and discrimination, in any way, shape, or form, is WRONG—and runs counter to the biblical truths instilled in us by our Creator.

If you’ve ever harbored feelings of superiority or arrogance because of the color of your own skin, there’s only one solution for you. SIMPLY BE BETTER! Go out of your way to view the world from the other person’s perspective. Be forever thankful for the sacrifices made by people like Reggie Warford and Houston Hogg who blazed those perilous trails.

Most importantly, examine your own heart. Extend grace to someone who has wronged you. Deliver mercy to those who have suffered.

And finally, if needed, ask God for forgiveness…and while you’re at it, please say a prayer for Reggie, Houston, and all their families.

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18 thoughts on “Racism Revisited

  1. Thank you John. Once again very thought provoking and well written. You are a man blessed with many gifts and share them so eloquently. Regards, Ray

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  2. I agree with everything you said as well. I will turn seventy years old this year and I especially liked the Muhammed Ali quote you gave. My own personal views I hope and pray are different than forty or fifty years ago. If not, I haven’t grown at all. I hope and its my personal opinion that Adolph’s did as well. But, like you said, its hard for us to exactly know what was in his heart. Well written article. Congrats!

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  3. Wonderfully written! Volumes have been written on Rupp and racism. One can easily remove the man from his time and argue for or against. Billy Reed interviewed some of the basketball old timers from the ’66 team for KET years ago (Conversations with Champions series), and could get no takers for the race card. There’s a couple of other good resources for the “not our Adolph” folks!! John Feinstein chooses to ignore those arguments.

    Funny you mention military and racism together. While searching for historical photos for my UK football Pinterest page I ran across one AP photo showing Kentucky’s finest Ft. Campbell soldiers moving to Memphis in preparation for James Meredith to be enrolled at the University of Mississippi. Soon after that picture taken in 1962 was a related photo of the University of Kentucky vs. Ole Miss Football game. None other than the governor of Mississippi was seen waving a Confederate flag, and the caption reads that he received a standing ovation from the crowd (little did he know the military was on his doorstep ready to enforce the law).

    While captions and history may be revised to reflect the standards of the current time rather than the standards of the earlier time in which a life was lived who among us would agree to take a young man from a place of safety to a life filled with threats with no guarantee for his safety? It’s easy to point across the chasm of time and judge others using our own standards (or higher than our own), but set yourself down in his time and then consider your answer. I would love to believe he was perfect, but absent perfection I’ll take Adolph Rupp in his own time as a great coach and a pretty flawless man too by most accounts.

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  4. I was Coach Rupp’s last Student Manager at UK I drove him home 3 years He never NEVER showed any racist tendency We visited Shriners Hospital regularly He gravitate to African American children he secured scholarships for Black players even though the SEC forbid them from signing
    I will go to my grave defending Coach Rupp
    He was a good Christian man but NO RACIST. RIP Coach

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  5. Thanks for the excellent observations you have posted. I grew up born in 1953 seeing some one these 1st handed. I being a poor white kid in growing up in downtown Lexington, at the time considered a poor part of town, not a historic district as of now, was discriminated against myself. We the inner city kids ,more black than white, went to Lafayette High School. WE were bused to school early in the morning, the driver had another route, going to the suburbs to bring the other kids to school after us. so, they got to school about the time it started. In the afternoon, when school was dismissed they went home first, and we had to wait. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but as you grow older you come to realize these things happened.

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  6. No, we can’t know for sure what was in Coach Rupp’s heart but for Institutions that are run by people ( men at the time ] made their feelings very plain by dropping out of the SEC , refusing to play against blacks.
    I’m 75 years old and a lot has changed in my lifetime

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