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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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920123
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Thursday, January 23, 1992
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1C
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1992, Detroit Free Press
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LETTERS NOT ENOUGH FOR SMITH TO LEAVE
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MINNEAPOLIS --  Drop dead. I hope you die. You are trash. You are scum. 

  I get letters like this all the time. So do most journalists I know. And
most politicians, civil rights leaders, talk-show hosts, and movie stars. Just
about anyone in the public eye can scoop through the mailbag and come up with
a few juicy gems about how "your type of people" should take the next boat to
Russia, Africa  or hell -- depending on who was offended.

  Usually you ignore these letters. The rule of thumb is if it's not ticking,
don't worry about it. There are a lot of sick people out there with a lot of
free time. What are you going to do?
  And most athletes follow this philosophy. At least those who bother to
read their mail. Bruce Smith bothered to read his -- and he didn't like what
he saw. This  has turned into a mini-explosion here in the land of Super Bowl
madness.
  Smith, the gifted and outspoken defensive lineman for the Buffalo Bills,
got some nasty letters last year, a year in which  he missed 11 games while
recovering from knee surgery. Oh, he got more than 1,000 pieces of positive
mail, people saying get well soon, he's the greatest, they adore him.
  But there were these negative  letters, he says "around 10 of them,"
letters that referred to his skin color. They used racial epithets.  Said he
should go back to Africa. Although most black celebrities have received this
type of  mail for years, these letters bothered Smith, enough that he
complained about them, first in Buffalo, then Tuesday during the first round
of  interviews here for the Super Bowl. What bothered Smith most  was that one
of  the letters was delivered to his house. 
  "I can deal with it when it comes to the stadium," he said, "but at my
house, that's an invasion."
His frustration understandable  Now,  I agree with Smith on this part. There
is no "acceptable"  amount of racism, and it is scary when even a drop of it
stains your home  -- even via the mailbox. But I'm not sure I agree with what
Smith  says next: namely, that these letters are enough reason to make him
want to leave Buffalo.
  "I will be exploring other options," he said Tuesday, although he has two
years left on his contract. "Once  this Super Bowl is over, I'll consider what
to do. Too much has happened in Buffalo that I just can't forget. Ninety-eight
percent of the people are wonderful, great, but at the same time, it's that
two percent that are really disappointing."
  As a person who receives hate mail, I understand Smith's frustration. But
think about those numbers: 98 percent? If most public figures had 98 percent
acceptance, they would leap in the air and holler, "THEY LIKE ME! THEY REALLY
LIKE ME!" Mel Gibson doesn't get 98 percent. Michael Jackson doesn't get 98
percent.  Mikhail Gorbachev -- at his best --  never got 98 percent.
  But Smith says the 2 percent lunatic fringe is enough to bug him. When
some of us wrote about it Wednesday -- USA Today put it atop the front of its
sports section -- suddenly  Smith was a hot interview. Why did he say it? Did
he want to be traded? Wasn't he overreacting?
  "How was I overreacting?" he said.  "If the letters were sent to a bunch of
Jewish journalists and  they said something, would they be overreacting?"
No justification for trade  OK. Wait a minute. Before this gets out of hand
-- as most things do at the Super Bowl -- let's understand a few things  about
Bruce Smith. He has never been afraid of attention, not a guy who wears
sunglasses indoors and who "guaranteed" a Super Bowl victory before this
season began. Smith once told the world he was "better  than Lawrence Taylor."
 He celebrates so wildly after making a sack that he has been  officially
warned by the NFL. Four years ago, he was suspended from the NFL for violating
the drug policy.
 None of this makes him a good or bad person; it does make him -- like a Deion
Sanders, Kirk Gibson or Charles Barkley -- the type of athlete who is going to
stir a lot of reaction. Including mail. And  because there are a lot of sick
people out there, some of that mail will hate him for his skin color -- the
same way he'd be hated if he were Mexican, Chinese or Albino.
  Does that justify a trade  demand? Would he really do better than 98
percent someplace else? Warren Moon, a more reserved star in Houston, has
received plenty of racist mail there. Doug Williams, a class act and former
Super Bowl  MVP, received a watermelon in the mail while playing for Tampa.
  So why would Smith, NFL defensive player of the year in 1990, turn 10
letters into his exit papers? True, he has admitted, "It's  hard to get
attention in Buffalo." But I would hate to think he is using this incident as
fuel to get to a bigger, richer marketplace, where he could be more famous.
  Because that would be wrong.  As wrong as those  idiots who fill the
mailboxes with hate. I agree with Smith about the letters. I think he should
read them aloud, hold up the mirror, let people hear how ugly they can sound.
  But  fight it. Don't flee it. Not if you really believe in change.
  I don't know why people spill hatred into a letter. I don't know how they
can lick the stamp and drop it in a box. But I do know this:  You won't stop
these folks by leaving town to escape from their poison pens. On the contrary.
You'll only encourage them.
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