I noticed people fawning over this with a deluge of overwhelming praise and high ratings, and wondered why. Being quite familiar with the subject’s escapades, on and off court, I wasn’t buying it. With no intention of ever reviewing this book initially, I read a very long — maybe 30 + pages as I recall —sample of this. It was exactly what I expected, and that’s not good.
Seven words into this victim embracing book, we of course get the F-bomb, and in a couple of pages it quickly becomes clear this is going to be a “poor little me” memoir of this person embracing their victimhood, while shirking and ignoring all accountability for her own actions.
Everyone pretty much knows about the bigger international scandal, but perhaps not the “Glorious” domestic fiasco among a segment of society (LGBTQ) with astronomical rates of abuse and domestic violence; most notably within the lesbian community. This is often swept under the rug by the woke left in favor of targeting men — Black and White and Hispanic men — but especially White men — in campaigns to end domestic violence. Yet there is nary a peep about the community with the highest rates of abuse and violence, because statistics and honesty is too politically incorrect to mention for the left, but quite politically expedient to ignore. Just blame men in general, especially White males. Makes you wonder if the woke and the WNBA community cares more about pushing an agenda and narrative than they actually do about the real issue, doesn’t it?
On the larger, more recent, and far more infamous scandal in this player’s life, which is the main subject of this overpraised book, only PREFERENTIAL, PRIORITIZED treatment entirely BECAUSE of who Brittney Griner is, and the “lettered” groups she speaks for who came to her defense with social and political pressure, got her out of that jam, but at a tremendous cost.
Anyone with a modicum of common sense, living in the real world, starts rolling their eyes when Brittney Griner begins painting herself as a victim right from the outset of the book. I decided I’d had enough after the very long sampling; I don’t need to read more of the same to discern this is a snow-job all the way. Whether that’s ideological to the point of being lefty-cult-like in nature, or just someone young and immature being enabled and applauded by the woke and militant WNBA culture, remains to be seen.
What any honest and evenhanded person has to ask themselves prior to making an attempt to tackle Coming Home, is this:
Had a fictitious, hypothetical NBA player — we’ll call him Larry Stockton — pled guilty to disorderly conduct after a well publicized domestic fight with his soon to be pregnant girlfriend — one that reportedly involved wrestling, punches, biting, and throwing and swinging objects at each other — and been ordered by the court to complete 26 weeks of domestic violence counseling, would the same folks heaping praise here on Griner and her book be bringing that up about old Larry, and have an entirely different take on this for Stockton, him being a White heterosexual male in the NBA?
Everyone knows the honest answer is a resounding, YES they would, you BET they would. They’d be foaming at the mouth, protesting Larry Stockton all over the place, and probably try to “cancel” him (which is simply trying to bully someone into adopting your position), as the woke left SO loves to do, while hypocritically railing against, you know, bullying. You can’t make this stuff up, which is why people are fed up with the angry, PC, Woke, “Progressive” movement who demonizes anybody who doesn’t agree with them, and takes no responsibility for the often tragic fallout.
Let’s parallel this scenario further down the road, and say NBA player Larry Stockton had later been arrogant enough, or forgetful enough, to carelessly pack hash oil and vape cartridges in his luggage when entering a foreign country.
{Frankly, that’s tough for me to buy in Griner’s case, since she had apparently been to Russia before, and had to be aware of the controlled substance laws (she should thank her lucky stars it wasn’t Indonesia she was entering)}.
After an international fuss no other citizen would have garnered, old Larry is finally rescued from his own folly by his country’s government in a swap for a guy known as “The Merchant of Death”. Larry then chooses to write — or perhaps have ghostwritten — a book about it, portraying himself as a victim.
Would the same folks loving and praising Griner’s book have quite a different take on the fictitious White, heterosexual NBA star Larry Stockton, whose only connection to lettered communities is maybe belonging to the NRA? You BETCHA they would, it really isn’t even arguable.
But let’s suppose Larry Stockton were a Black or Hispanic or Asian NBA player, heterosexual, Christian, and he won’t refuse to come out for the Anthem because he deems it disrespectful, despite being against endless wars and many other things? How would that version of Larry make out in these scenarios? Not much better than White Larry, that’s how. Because it’s about far more than that.
The blatant hypocrisy and misandry is strong in today’s leftist woke activists and radical feminists with their angry, violent, incendiary rhetoric — off the charts strong. If the flimsy argument made for Larry Stockton being anointed as an iconic hero and victim, being lauded as a trail-blazing “role” model, doesn’t make sense — and it doesn’t — then as Dave Chappelle said about another hot-button issue, maybe this entire argument doesn’t make sense. In fact, it seems pretty delusional.
That has nothing to do with race or gender, it is simply common sense, and a truthful observation shared by the millions who won’t be buying this book because they’ve seen enough and heard enough already to know what the deal is with this. But that’s something the woke loathe. They try to cancel/bully you for having an opinion based on facts, applying your own personal values and standards for conduct. If your conclusion is different from their own, all you’ll get is an angry cacophony of vitriol and hate, name calling or deadly silence, the black-balling cold shoulder for not kneeling to their absurd wishes to remake society in an image contrary to your own personal values and moral center.
I don’t have to agree with someone’s lifestyle and/or actions to still have a degree of sympathy, even empathy, for another human being in an awful situation. Your instincts are to feel compassion. But this embracing of victimhood for the end result of terrible actions brought about by a chosen lifestyle, and by ignoring all common sense, while at the same time being so preachy about both, just doesn’t cut it for me — nor does it I suspect, for the millions upon millions of others commonly referred to as the silent majority.
Coming Home does, however, highlight the social activism and mindset of much of the WNBA league, which Black sportswriter Jason Whitlock has pointed out time and again. This book in fact seems to be — from my long but admittedly incomplete sampling — a kind of microcosm of the biggest reason people don’t watch the WNBA, which has needed to be subsidized by the NBA (dreaded MEN) for decades because it’s been such a money-losing venture. That won’t change, until the WNBA ceases to be about gender and social activism more than it’s about basketball…
Only one star, because zero stars is not an option.