Meaning of ‘thugs’ depends on your perspective
Sometimes when you say or type a phase or a word, people will take it a number of different ways, and perhaps not the way it was intended.
Unfortunately, thatĢƵ the case quite often in this day and age.
When Doug Conroy, coach of the Ringgold-based Little Rams Wrestling Program, posted on Facebook a phrase that included the word “thugs” in reference to a video of two 18-year-old Ringgold students apparently assaulting a 16-year-old student, he was informed by the Ringgold School District that his team could no longer use the facilities at Ringgold High School while he was the coach.
ThatĢƵ because “thugs” was apparently deemed a racist word. The two 18-year-olds, who were charged with simple assault, are both black.
Conroy is fighting the decision, but has since stepped down so his team can continue to practice.
Conroy said on KDKA-TV, “The woman who claimed to be the aunt of one of the men I was speaking of said that I had found a creative way to call her nephew the ‘N’ word.”
WhatĢƵ interesting is that the 16-year-old who was allegedly assaulted also is black. It would seem Conroy was sticking up for that boy, so why would someone think the use of “thugs” was racist in that situation?
Can it really be assumed that Conroy meant the use of “thugs” in a racist way?
LetĢƵ talk about “thugs” a little bit.
I’ve told several of my friends and relatives what was a fairly scary incident for me from my days living at Penn StateĢƵ main campus, and I’d like to relive it with my readers.
I was making my way back to my apartment one night, traveling down an alley that I usually trekked through. The back part of an establishment called Campus Casino was dominated by billiard tables and the back entrance of it spilled down some steps onto this alley. The front part of the place was mostly video games usually being played by college students, but sometimes the groups that took over the pool-playing area weren’t the most esteemed people, especially at night.
Just as I was reaching that point of the alley, a crew of males in T-shirts and blue jeans streamed out of Campus Casino, seemed to immediately notice me and formed a semi-circle in my path.
I got a chill from the danger I felt. They didn’t look like college students at all and when telling of this experience, I usually referred to the group as “a bunch of thugs.”
They started to cackle and close in on me, saying things such as “Where you goin’,” and “You’re gonna have to pay to come through this way you know,” and “WhatĢƵ in the bag?” (I had a bag with me although to this day I can’t remember what was in it) and “You a college kid, huh?”
I remember saying nothing, just looking around and slowly backing up, thinking should I just turn and run or would that make the situation worse, should I give them some money, should I just try to talk my way out of this, like, “Hey, guys, I don’t want any trouble, just trying to get back to my apartment?”
As I stood there pondering, I could hear footsteps behind me. Did one of them circle around to cut me off from behind?
Then I heard a fairly deep voice.
“Is there a problem here?”
I turned around and there was a mammoth human being with big, broad shoulders and big biceps. I immediately thought, “football player.”
He walked up next to me, looked at the five “thugs” and said sort of matter-of-factly, “Something wrong?”
I quickly sized up the situation and wondered, could this guy really handle all these “thugs” if they decided to start a fight?
I didn’t have to think about it long. The “thugs” all backed down with very little dialogue at that point and dispersed.
The guy looked at me and asked, “You OK?”
I was still trembling and muttered, “Yeah … thanks.”
He walked down the rest of the alley with me, I turned left, he turned right, I said “see ya,” to him and he smiled and just waved and went on his way.
I never saw him again and never did find out if he was an actual member of the Nittany Lions football team or a wrestler or what. I just know I appreciated what he did for a young, frightened college kid.
When you read this story, I’m not sure how you envision it in your own mind, but I feel I should make the picture a little clearer for you.
The “thugs” were all rough-looking white guys. The “football player” who came to my rescue was black.
But what if it was the other way around? What if the “thugs” were black and the rescuer was white? Would that mean this was a completely racist story and would I then have people calling in and demanding the ĢƵ relieve me of my duties?
LetĢƵ take it a step further. What if the “thugs” were black, the rescuer was white, and I was black? If that was the situation and I used the word “thugs,” would that be OK then?
It all seems so unfair to me. To be completely honest, when the word “thug” is mentioned to me, the image of an unsavory white person enters my mind.
I don’t believe Conroy had race in mind at all when he put up that post on Facebook.
Maybe I’m old school, not with the times, say whatever you want, but to me itĢƵ disturbing that someoneĢƵ words can be taken and twisted and construed in ways they never intended.
But, in closing, I did want to add this: If the person who did rescue me from that alley on that night many years ago happens to read this and remembers the incident, please contact me. I just wanted you to know that, even years later, I appreciated you standing up to those “thugs” for me.
Rob Burchianti can be reached at rburchianti@heraldstandard.com or on Twitter at @rvburch.