I have just read Bill Plaschke’s article on David Meriwether [“Welcome Wagon,” Nov. 10]. Before some politically correct person points out the nickname “Milk” as being racist, I would like to comment. My son, Jeremy, has always been one of the few or only African-American students in school or players on most of his athletic teams. He has learned that teams become family, that a nickname is a term of endearment, not of racism but of commonality. The most politically incorrect place in the world is a locker room, and rightfully so.
Would there be condemnation or praise if the first black quarterback at BYU was greeted by chants of “Cocoa, Cocoa!” by his classmates? I don’t think people would think that was a perfect nickname if the tables were turned.
“Welcome Wagon” was a welcome relief from the barrage of bad news that bombards us every day. During an era in which there is so much fear and mistrust between races, the story of David Meriwether’s arrival and ultimate acceptance at Crenshaw High is proof that we can get along.
Thank you, Bill Plaschke. I suspect that there are many such stories. Please search them out and print them. We all need them.