I like this rendition…it’s got an old-school Black Magic Woman vibe to it.
You are not my daughter, and I sure as hell ain’t your dad. We are going our separate ways.
Yeah! You go boy! Punch her in her goddamn face.
You fucking loon.
Because of your vulgar actions, Ray Rice, we now have a face we can put on domestic violence. Let you, a Super Bowl champion, and your lovely wife live the rest of your lives in scrutiny because the both of you clearly did not handle yourselves appropriately. The media is forcing the both of you to relive the horror that took place in that elevator, and they’re doing a great job of it.
Clearly, domestic violence has been a huge problem that’s been swept under the rug for far too long. It’s uncomfortable to talk about. It’s sickening. It’s demoralizing. What is even worse is that the media, who has profoundly shaped our society, has turned a blind on the issue for a long time. The NFL isn’t the only organization who has dropped the ball here, although they have been known to sweep things under the rug that would otherwise jeopardize their cash flow. The video of you and your then-fiance, now-wife, has surfaced, and boy was it horrid.
A spit to the face. A left hook for provocation. And then a knockout blow that sent your woman face-first onto the elevator hand rail. Holy motherfucker, even Mike Tyson would get a hard-on after seeing such a strong left hook.
Many people believe that if there is no visual proof, there is no case for domestic violence. Just ask Floyd Mayweather. BUT, your horrendous actions have been documented and will forever serve as a prime example of what goes on when violence is unwarranted in a relationship. The internet is a powerful tool. Because of your punches, Twitter has launched the #WhyIStayed and #WhyILeft campaigns, allowing women who’ve hid in the shadows to finally speak out. Reading their somber stories, I couldn’t help but think about what your wife went through that night.
As I watched the video, over and over again, I couldn’t believe how shocking it was. It was disgusting and sickening. I tried to see if there was any room for error, that perhaps you were acting out of self-defense…but it was to no avail. There was nothing in the video that would suggest you were protecting yourself. You struck your woman down as if she was an old toy that you didn’t give two cents about.
So thank you once again, Mr. Rice, for bringing DV to the forefront. What you and your wife has gone through is nothing compared to the road that lies ahead. Your road to redemption will cost you your dignity and your legacy, but it is a necessary sacrifice. Your life may be a living hell now (well-deserving), because the media is showing the world your atrocities. But that’s the point…this is beyond you and your wife now. It’s not just about you and how you chose to strike down your woman…
Going forward, it’s now about how we can change how society looks at domestic violence. You were released by the Ravens organization, and suspended indefinitely by the NFL. No money, no glamour, no chance to get back in and do your job. Let us hope that the rest of work world can adopt the same harsh punishments for those who have no regard for their significant other. The judicial system can kiss my ass with it’s minimal anger management courses and measly fines. As a man who does not believe in the physical beating of a significant other, I truly hope that there is far more to lose when violence comes into play in any personal relationship.
And lastly, I hope you keep your promise as an ambassador for domestic violence. Run through this time of adversity, like you have in your past football games, and make sure you do something historic. You will never relive your glory days as a model citizen or glorified athlete, but you have a chance to make something new of yourself. The ball is in your court now, and the whole world is watching.
Glad to see professors adopting great reads in their curriculum and breaking the first rule of #FightClub
Red. On the finest of shapes, I can’t help but wonder what it tastes like.