Tracy Morgan Loves His Imaginary Gay Son, Blah Blah, Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up!
The back story:
Russell Simmons: I’ve known you since the beginning of your career and have always thought you were one of the funniest guys in the game. Ever since I saw you on Def Comedy Jam, I knew you were going to be extraordinarily successful. But, I gotta be honest, I was quite disappointed when I read about your comments you made about having a gay son and about gay people in general.
Tracy Morgan: I guess the reason I am successful is because I am so unfiltered. And sometimes as a result I say really stupid shit. The truth is if I had a gay son, I would love him just as much as if he was straight … I might have to try to love even more because I know of the difficulty that he would have in society.
Russell: Having fought for decades for the gay community in their struggle to be treated fairly and with dignity, I think you know you crossed the line. However, I know you…I know you very well. And I know that deep down inside there is no hate in your heart.
Tracy: Of all the sicknesses, there is probably none more abusive than homophobia. My heart is committed to giving everyone the same rights that I deserve for myself. I don’t care if you love the same sex as long as you have the ability to love someone. Also, you should have the right no matter who you are to protect and serve our country. I am deeply sorry for the comments I made. What I am most sad about is the comments I made about kids and bullying. I would never want any young person to think that I wasn’t on their side and if any young person thinks they can bully a young gay kid, come see me at 30 Rock. On the corner, I would be happy to meet you. Or Brooklyn if you can’t make it into Manhattan.
Please, just stop. Stop. We don’t want to hear about how much you love us. We don’t want to hear you try to spin this into positive press. We want you to go away now. You have absolutely abused your fame and spotlight. You used your powers for evil, pal. Now please, just go away.
We’re done with you.
(via Global Grind)