3 Thoughts: On David Luiz, MacBooks & Malcolm X

Volume 2 | 19 May 2017

My goal is periodically writing three things down I’ve thought about enough to remember, but not enough to fully flesh out.

I can’t promise these will be terribly profound, however, I’m occasionally prone to being thoughtful.

First Thought: David Luiz

I love David Luiz.

The Chelsea defender is equal parts affable and amiable. Him playing for your football club is equal parts frustrating and delightful.

When the Blues elected to re-sign the centre-back last summer, I had several question marks (similar to most Chelsea supporters). I remember esteemed French/English journalist Julien Lauren lambasting Luiz as one of Paris Saint-Germain’s worst defenders, but being the Brazilian was a former Blue (and Munich lion), I simply hoped for the best.

The best arrived!

I don’t know what Ligue 1 did to Luiz—maybe he needed a few years with Thiago Silva to learn the position—but whatever crêpes and croissants he ate in Paris completely transformed him.

The fun part for me is watching his infectious personality invade every corner of Chelsea’s first team.

Playing in three European leagues over his career, Luiz speaks English, French, Spanish, his native Portuguese and some Italian; in short, he can communicate with every person in Chelsea’s dressing room.

Before he left Stamford Bridge for PSG’s Parc des Princes, I always claimed Luiz was the heir apparent to Didier Drogba: the gregarious personality every football club (especially one with a breadth of nationalities) needs to become a solidified unit.

Drogba, after the Blues won the 2011/12 UEFA Champions League (exactly five years ago today), bought Chelsea’s entire squad championship rings—à la NBA teams. In a similar gesture, Luiz spent over £1 million (via The Independent) on futuristic supercar keys for his team-mates in celebration of them winning the 2016/17 Premier League.

Luiz has progressed into an amazing centre-back, but perhaps more importantly, he appears ready to carry the incredibly vital mantle Drogba left behind—being Chelsea’s dressing room glue.

Second Thought: A new MacBook Pro

I want a new MacBook.

Just looking at this thing: There’s a key missing, my screen rocks back and forth like an Aaliyah song (because of habitual usage) and it’s not as fast anymore. Basically, I'm becoming annoyed with the thing I love most.

That’s the issue, though: I’m attached.

I had a piece of sh*t Sony VAIO before this. It was May 2o12, the summer before my last year of university. My dad took pity on me and elected to go through a process of buying me this MacBook Pro on which I’m communicating to you.

If you need to know anything about my father, he’s Ugandan and “loves a bargain.” I don’t think I received a pair of shoes that cost above $49.99 until I was able to buy them myself. Nevertheless, in a personality-altering token of appreciation and support before my senior year, he blessed me with a gift.

For the next five years, writing papers those two semesters or writing articles (from which this laptop has more than paid for itself), my dad’s gift has been what I’ve used—but it’s old now. It’s maybe like having an old family dog and you know the veterinarian will probably suggest putting it down, so you just don’t go.

In a way, I think my dad’s gift has turned me into him—an African uncle who doesn’t want to part with his money unless by force.

Can I spend $1,500 on a new MacBook? Yes.

Do I want to? No.

I’m stuck.

Third Thought: What’s a revolutionary?

Today is Malcolm X’s birthday; one of the greatest leaders in history (specifically black history), he was born 92 years ago.

I saw several tweets, posts and videos praising Malcolm, and frequently saw the word “revolutionary” attached to his name.

One question came to mind: Should freedom fighting be revolutionary?

Of course it is revolutionary, but should it be?

The word “revolutionary,” in my mind, describes of a person willing to go above and beyond their customary station to pursue justice, equality and/or liberation. I ask should freedom fighting be revolutionary, because shouldn’t we all be striving to do so?

I’m not saying everyone should (or can) become Malcolm X. He was born a gifted orator and organizer, honed those talents and became a lauded mouthpiece for black people and Muslims around the world, so any attempt at simply “becoming Malcolm X” would be a cheap imitation.

My thought, however, is shouldn’t we all aspire to be like that? Shouldn’t we all have a sense of duty and purpose within us for justice, equality and/or liberation? And if so—if we all had the spirit of a revolutionary—how “revolutionary” would revolutionaries be, and would revolutionaries even be necessary?

Was a person like Malcolm X’s mission for only himself to be “revolutionary” or was it sparking the minds of everyone who heard him to become their own mouthpiece (relative to their sphere of influence), not just vicariously live through him?

I feel like I need to think about this more; maybe before 19 May 2018 I’ll have worked this out?

Those were my three quick thoughts, see you next time whenever.

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