Day before yesterday at the airport waiting for my flight, I caught sight of a TV showing the nationally televised major league ballgame between the Dodgers and Padres. I noticed that every Dodger was wearing the number 42. I love baseball but after discovering the depth of its competitive duplicity, I don't pay any attention to what's going on there. Even as clueless as I was about this, however, I did figure the 42 thing had to be about Jackie Robinson, who wore that number. Now, as a rule, I despise the Dodgers, being a faithful San Francisco Giants follower, so my take here may be a bit biased indeed. You may certainly think that. But this wearing the number 42 thing. Utterly ridiculous. It is not only that it is silly, but it is a prominent reflection of this obsession so many have with their racist guilt. I've wondered how to articulate all of this, and I think I've found one way to do so. It came from Shelby Steele, a black writer who has joined many thoughtful w...