The Media, on the Warpath
The sports columnist for the Washington Post was adamant: Change was in the air, a longstanding injustice was soon to be righted. “The genie is out of the bottle on this issue,” he wrote. “Off in the distance the wheels of change are grinding. You may not be able to hear them yet.” The exquisitely tuned tympanic membrane of the columnist, however, was thrumming like crazy. And this is what the wheels said to him: “It’s only a matter of time,” they grinded, “until ‘Redskins’ is gone.”
He was referring, of course, to the local professional football team and the name it has borne now for 81 years—or 60 years, in the case of the columnist in question. For his prophecy, with its iron logic of historical inevitability, was written in 1992, 21 years ago. And the Redskins still haven’t changed their name—yet. Our columnist, Tony Kornheiser, was unquestionably correct that the Washington NFL team would cease to be the Redskins. After all, science tells us our sun will burn itself out in 12 billion years, give or take a couple billion, by which time the NFL will probably be disbanded (and before the ’skins can win another Superbowl, too, probably). But Kornheiser’s timing was off.
About the Author
Andrew Ferguson, who appears monthly in this space, is the author of Crazy U, now out in paperback and on the Kindle.