An author writes of his struggle to be a white man in love with a black man's game and takes a good shot, if not always a deeply insightful one, at sorting out his feelings about pro basketball and race. They sure could sing and dance, too. White American culture has been employing blacks for entertainment since there was a white America.
Suburban teenagers love gangsta.
Yuppies die laughing at Chris Rock. Imagine the Super Bowl without black players. The National Basketball Association exemplifies the division of racial labor. For the most part, the fans are white, the owners are white, the coaches are white and the players are black. The plantation haunts the business, though now the players are rich.