I could care less about Tiger Woods, but Tigger? What a wonderfully erudite and revealing play on a word we have here. Clever. Clever!
You know, if not much else, how to spell Tiger. We all grew up on the Ponderosa, in love with Aunt B and Andy, Miss Kitty, and Tony the Tiger. It's GREAT! Longing for the phoenix of the 'Old South' rising, where tiggers knew their place, and if they started to forget, a trip to a tree was all it took to remind; 'strange fruit.' Where slavery was a benign institution, with happy ''s ok, we's all gittin 'long jes' fine massuh boss, (grin, shuffle-shuffle)' tiggers. Stevie Wonder, the sun shining on the wicked as well as the righteous, makes us smile. The war between the states an uncalled-for 'war of northern aggression.' Tigger calls himself a tigger, fer cryin' out loud! Of course.
My parents didn't teach racial distinctions in their warnings about 'ignorant trash.' To me, their lack of warnings about racism was parental malpractice. I learned it from other people, getting a grade less with a higher score, 'no mechanical ability' with a certified IQ of 164. (My ten things about me are that the shock of my life was to learn that I'm only an average genius. Gack!) To their credit, or not, I can positively say that no 'race' is better or worse than any other. This I know for a fact. People are people, with the good, bad, and ugly, everywhere you look.
On the way to a city band practice in high school, a tenor saxophone player named Gary Davis made the cute comment that 'it smells like tigger sh*t here' as we were driving past a field. I must have flinched, as now, for him to say, 'but, you're not a tigger.'
Mickey Schwerner didn't die in Philadelphia, Mississippi, for me to decide that tigger jokes are funny. Or that people who think this is fine and dandy, no biggie, are from 'good people.' Much ado about nothing. Indubitably. 'We's gittin' 'long.' This, obviously acceptable here, entendre is bad karma. Worse, to keep quiet and let it slide. Associating with 'ignorant (racist) trash' is a greater sin than chomping down on a side of bacon, and I'm almost vegetarian trying to keep kosher. I'm willing to say 'brother,' Pass the hot sauce!? Of course.
True enough, 'tain't raight' to show up at a 'Southern' barbecue, and complain about the pig on the spit. 'What'd ya' 'spect?,' be glad it's a pig. [Did I get a laugh? Now, tha's funny, I don't care who ya' are.] Y'all go'on and Enjoy now. Ya' hear?