Bill,
You used the word "were" quite a few times. Also, "used to be" . . . . and "for decades" . . . . . . but the truth is, everybody was well on the way to getting over it before the lunatics took control of the asylum. I've mentored enough kids (special needs, "of color" or whatever) to know that kind of huffing and puffing only widens the divide.
Now, just out of curiosity, when you say: "We are faced with our ORIGINAL SIN," whose *we* Kemosabe?
And what are "our" sins? Exactly? Please articulate them, so I my prostrate myself before your moral superiority. America is turning into Orwell's worst nightmare.
You can make the argument the most important golfer - no wait - most important and beloved athlete in the modern era is 1/2 black and 1/2 Thai. Okay maybe Muhammed Ali, Michael Jordan or Willie Mays, but all of them are black (sorta) last time I looked.
You think any fans give a shit about the race of who painted the basketball court or strung the ropes in the boxing ring? Because for the hoi polloi, that is nearly as irrelevant as who figured out how to push the dirt around and grow some grass. We're the only fanboy goons nerdy enough to so give it so much as a thought.
Of all the grievances (real or imagined) to redress, are we going to focus on something as arcane and irrelevant as "black architects?" I think my good friend Forrest was just posing a curiosity question, not looking for backing on some bizarre, guilt-ridden je'accuse!
Dammit, the number of Armenian golf architects is DEFINITELY in single figures and I demand the government - in the interest of equality and racial injustice - force Merion to hire me.
My first affirmative, righteous move will be - in the interest of fairness and equality for all golfers - fill in the Quarry!
And since NGLA has been recently identified by the execrable N.Y. Post as unfair to the proletariat - I demand the Windmill be converted into a welfare office and the statue of C.B. Macdonald replaced with Timmonds the caddy.
P.S. Actually, to be honest, they really ought to have a statue of the Great Timmonds - he's still my favorite caddy of all time. Go look up an old G.D. article by Michael M. Thomas "My Friend Timmonds."
P.S.S. Members of clubs like Sunnyside in the Central Valley used to refer to us as "Big Nose, Fresno Indians." It took decades for Armenians to even be allowed in the door. No big deal, we run 1/2 the best tracks in the valley these days.