Egads. This shirtless man is flexing his muscles on the cover of a magazine. In a skull cap. Won’t someone think of the children?:
Apparently, I’m supposed to be outraged or disgusted or something. Look at that picture: Annie Leibovitz is clearly trying to portray Tiger Woods as some sort of “sex-addicted thug” or “ass kicker” or “golf version of DMX.”
Silly me, I just thought he was a famous billionaire golfer who has a toned athletic body and wasn’t shy about showing it off for the camera. And why wouldn’t he – with the possible exception of covering up that peazy chest hair?
Sure, Leibovitz has a clumsy history with people of color on her Vanity Fair covers. But the photos of Woods were apparently shot four years ago, and it’s tough to know Leibovitz’s original intentions for their presentation.
Maybe this would have been a better cover for Men’s Fitness. I get that. Shame on Leibovitz and Vanity Fair for capitalizing on the misfortune of a mega-sports celebrity to make a few bucks and move a few thousand more magazines.
That it?
No, there’s something deeper going on here. Or so I’m being told.
This picture sends the message to White women that Tiger is indeed a member of the scary Black man crowd, whether or not he identifies as Calablasian (sic). He is shirtless with an expression that is decidedly threatening and therefore there can be no doubt that the express purpose of this image is to intimidate.
Vanity Fair should be ashamed of itself. The Thug Life photo of Tiger Woods that graces the magazine’s February cover will go down in history with Time’s “darkened” O.J. Simpson cover and Vogue’s portrait of a brutish LeBron James carrying off a blond princess two years ago. I’ve always defended Woods’ freedom to call himself Cablinasian, as befitting his mixed heritage. But Vanity Fair just proved the arguments of black people who dislike what they see as Woods’ racial dodge. He’ll always be black, but especially after he gets in trouble.
And an unidentified member of the Sports Task Force of the National Association of Black Journalists to Richard Prince:
“Is he posing for a role in a prison movie?”
If anything, I’m more interested in why they had little problem making an awkward connection from a brown-skinned guy doing arm curls in skull cap to scary black thug. How does anyone get from here to there?