Niagara Gazette — When I stood next to him, his mind was less examining me because I was black, as one may have suspected. It was because of nearly every black that was in attendance had played with the Bills back in the 60s, when I was quite young; and Kemp was merely trying to remember which of those players that I might have been.
While I was too young to have played football with Kemp, and woefully inadequate to have been an NFL player at all, I fully understood how he could throw a football as far as he did. That man was still very strong, even after all of those years — and I had a very sore shoulder to prove it.
It also proves that not everything is as we may suspect it to be; and a great deal of our perceptions is based upon our expectations.
Because of such things, a tear or two ran down my face when I heard that Kemp had died. He was indeed a great man to whom many more of us ought to give tribute.
And that is my perspective.Contact Ken Hamilton at email@example.com.