I was a Brave.
Now I am supposed to run with the Wolves.
It could be worse.
I could have been flying with the Redhawks or doing whatever it is Patriots do.
A word of explanation.
I am a graduate of West Georgia College, Class of 1985. Not being the most studious of students, it took me five years to get that degree. Plus I took a little time out in 1984 for heart surgery, which slowed me down some.
But I finally graduated and was proud of it. Proud to be a West Georgia Brave.
Apparently that praise was misplaced.
Being a Brave, it seems, is actually a bad thing, an insult to American Indians — an appellation of which no decent person would boast.
My alma mater, now West Georgia University, announced this week that as of fall semester, the Braves will be no more. West Georgia’s athletic teams will become the Wolves.
I do not doubt that somewhere in this great land of ours you could find a handful of people, Native American or otherwise, who are offended by the name Braves, though for the life of me I can’t figure out why.
Had West Georgia’s athletic teams been named the Drunken Red Savages I would have been all for changing it.
Had it been the Money Hoarding Hebrews, I would have been all for changing it.
Had it been the Cousin-Marrying Mountain Morons, I would have been all for changing it.
Those names would be offensive to just about anyone in their right mind and it seems to me if we’re trying to set a standard for “offensiveness” we should do it with the average, reasonable person in mind, not the full-time malcontents and/or a bunch of bureaucrats and hacks who worship at the altar of political correctness.
“There are many outstanding aspects of the Wolves: the alliteration, the fact that many of our students like the name, the fact that only four colleges or universities — none in this area — use the Wolves, and the opportunities for use in other aspects of campus life,” an enthusiastic West Georgia president Beheruz N. Sethna said this week.
So, we are exchanging decades of tradition and the warm memories of thousands of graduates for the simple joys of alliteration?
How bout this for alliteration? Pretentious President Pummels Peapicking Peckerwoods.
The Head Wolf continued in the same vein: “Perhaps the one that appeals to me most is that I have this vision of 10,000 fans in our new stadium or arena letting out a huge howl every time there is a touchdown or a 3-pointer or a game win.”
Sounds like the Prez is Popping Piles of Peyote.
West Georgia isn’t the only college in the U.S. changing its nickname. Part of the impetus is coming from that bastion of malarkey, the NCAA, which passed new rules targeting “offensive nicknames.” References to American Indians seem to be in the crosshairs of this campaign, but that didn’t keep Florida State from successfully defending its use of Seminoles.
The Bradley Braves are also appealing.
No such spunk was exhibited at West Georgia where school officials gladly tossed all of us proud old Braves on the scrapheap of history along with all the other racial insensitives like the Grand Kleagle of the KKK, the Know Nothings, anyone who ever voted for Lester Maddox and George Custer’s Seventh Cavalry.
Count it as another victory for the PC academics.
But don’t say I didn’t tell you so when in a decade or two the animal rights loonies make a major ruckus over the use of our four-legged friends as mascots.
Faster than you can say “Beheruz N. Sethna” the PC crowd will fire up a new committee and the West Georgia Wolves will be little more than an embarrassing memory.
Until then, be strong, be tough and be brave.
In fact, be a Brave.
I was a Brave.