In which I posit a solution to Democratic Senator’s sudden aversion to the Washington Redskins’ team name
I won’t reprise my linguistic argument here– short version: intentionalism! — to defend the name “Redskins,” initially meant as a honorarium for a Native American with whom the team’s founder was friendly, and now, a conventional referent to a DC football team, not to native Americans either in specifically or in the aggregate. Because honestly, the current furor is just more PC bullshit meant to show private industry that politicians (and former fake wrestlers-turned politicians-turned talk show hosts) can wield enormous power when they fall back on cheap grace.
So I have a proposal to settle this matter, one that differs from Mark Levin’s suggestion that the 50 Democrat Senators, should they wish to change the team name, pony up a few billion dollars and try to buy it off of Daniel Snyder, after which they can change the name to whatever they like.
Instead, I say Daniel Snyder grants the wishes of the Democratic Senators, and in so doing, pays special homage to the Senate Majority leader Harry Reid by naming the team the “Washington Light Skinned blacks who don’t speak with a negro dialect unless they want to.” Or if that’s too unwieldy, maybe follow Joe Bidens lead and call the team the “Washington Clean and articulate mostly black men.”
And when Snyder delivers the press conference announcing the team’s name change, he should make sure he gives the proper attribution. Because if these Senators and former Senators feel they have a right to get involved in the affairs of a private entity that is breaking no laws, it’s unlikely they’ll stop with just the Redskins. Which is not what this is about at all. Instead, it’s about the usurpation of language and meaning by a politically motivated consensus, one that happens when we surrender linguistic coherence to the left’s insipid post structuralist claims.
Which fight, as I continue to wage it, turns out isn’t fundamentally unserious or pseudo-intellectual. But then, you already knew that.
So shame them the hell back under their rocks before they evolve in such a way that they can withstand reality’s harshest light.