Never presume.
Never …
Ever …
Ever …
Ever …
Presume.
It’s a good guiding principle. Because presumptions aren’t facts. And while facts can’t be broken, presumptions dissolve and tear like paper in water.
Case in point: Yesterday I wrote the above Tweet, which I stand by 100 percent. There’s just a long, ugly history of white college football coaches swooping up poor African-American high school athletes, bringing them to their plantations campuses, using them for running and catching and throwing, providing a subpar education, then spitting them out. Hell, read Willie Morris’ brilliant “The Courting of Marcus Dupree.” Or even my book, “Sweetness.” It’s a well-worn saga.
So, in defending my Tweet from overzealous Georgia and Florida State fans, I ducked and bobbed and jabbed and hooked. And, in regards to a woman who identifies as @Pupwalker1, I presumed. Here was a piece of the exchange …
And here was her reply …
Or, put differently …
The point is—assuming and presuming … bad policy. We could have had a dialogue without my jumping to conclusions about her family.
So, @Pupwalker1, I apologize.
Sincerely.
