I'm the first to admit to a problem telling the difference between things I saw on television and things that really happened. At the same time, it can't hurt to share this confusion, in the hope of promoting greater harmonomy with unrealized hope.
I am certain I watched a video of the wonderful depression era film "They Shoot Horses Don't You" some years before I worked for a company that raised money by phone. I'm having trouble drawing all the particulars of a telemarketing firm in which I worked at, did lousy, and got the ax. There was an ongoing conflict having to do with union activism and resistance to it, pitting new meat workers between the two opposing forces, and thus creating a hostile environment beyond the stress of having to wrench money from people over the phone.
Since separation from this place of employment, I have been watching my new favorite flick again and again and again.
No beef with any one's good intentions. Might be worth considering that more harm is done in the way the media reports the incidents and in the public school-of-pirhannas reaction to the news. Might be more timely to let the slurs roll off in favor of better free speech.
Most people who took freshman level anthropology at school heard the folk lore about the last living three Washoe Indians. Our federally backed persons of social science looked after these three folks like they were King Tut. In the philosophy department I learned about any person's inalienable right to express their true nature. With those two fountains of state school learning making water in the air, I would like to defend Joey Porter's actions. It was a football game.