Tiger Woods Goes to Harlem. Maybe that's where the former sports hero can find redemption - and himself. He just might need to become black, like his wife Elin. And she's, observes David Alan Grier in the current edition of NEW YORK MAGAZINE, "the blackest person in that family." As we all recall, Elin went totally ghetto, face-scratching and beating on her cheatin' man with a golf club. She didn't spare the car windows, a favorite target in urban neighborhoods.
A black Woods would never have gone around with that goofy persona. In fact it was so weird that some of us wondered if this was another guy would The Movement would out. Instead he would have let the attitude, along with any frustrations, resentments and fears, just hang out there. When he got mad, we would know it. What he was okay with the world, we would know that too.
Rumor has it that Woods might flee to Paris, a nation that will leave celebrities and the fallen alone. That's not the place for him. Harlem is. He can confess his sin of being white at any church. He can get a job in a bodega and do business, one pack of cigarettes at a time, with his own kind. And, you bet, he can get to know women of color.
At first it will be tough. Everyone will be taunting him with "White Guy."
