Who Dat!?! A possible answer from a Nicholls State professor

To bail me out in my current gig as city editor at The Courier and Daily Comet, my buddy Dwayne Fatherree tracked down the Nicholls State professor who traced the history of Who Dat.

He tells her tale here: bit.ly/1GTv0dK 

The NFL tried to lay claim to the chant, popular at New Orleans Saints games, while the boys were making their Super Bowl run after the 2009 season. The league backed down amid popular backlash (and I suspect a weak case), leaving Who Dat where it belongs _ to the fans and others who have used it over the years.

Some of  Shana Walton's findings were:

What Walton's team was able to document was that the Who Dat phrase generally, and specifically as part of a football chant, had been around for far longer than either Monistere or the NFL could legitimately lay claim to.

Her team's report, however, never saw the light of day. Before any of the cases went to trial, the NFL dropped its lawsuits, prompting others to do the same. The report was submitted to the court, and did make its way into the record of some of the other litigation over the use of the phrase. But none of those actions drew the same media attention as the NFL's lawsuit.

“I have no idea why they rolled over,” Walton said of the NFL's decision to withdraw its litigation. “I can tell you what the research did show There were three claims to authorship of the chant. One said the chant originated with St. Aug. One said it originated in the Southwestern Athletic Conference. And one said it originated at Patterson High School.”

But even those sources, Walton said, were not the originators of the “Who dat” term. That little two-word phrase, those six letters, can be traced back far enough to pre-date the United States.

“We started moving back in time, because the chant is actually part of a longer lineage of language play,” Walton said. “It started out as 'Who dat?' That language play goes all the way back to colonial America. You can find that documented in colonial newspapers. It is a way that Anglo-Americans have made fun of and mocked African-Americans. We found examples of use of it in newspapers all over the country.”

It's good stuff she found and good reporting and writing by Dwayne. Worth reading in The Courier and Daily Comet. And, maybe a lesson for the multi-billion league next time they want to claim a cheer used by fans.

Silent Sunday: Take Me Out To The Ballgame

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(All photos by Brett Barrouquere)

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Witnessing the Execution: Final words, quick breaths, end of a life

Marco Allen Chapman died with his eyes open. Leon Taylor passed away with his toes pointed up.

Chapman pleaded guilty to killing two children, trying to kill a third and attacking their mother and asked for death in northern Kentucky. (http://bit.ly/1yC1mV2). He got his wish in 2009

Taylor robbed and killed two men in Kansas City and fought his conviction and sentence to the end. Missouri got what it sought in November. (http://yhoo.it/1xSZy7f)

In both cases, the executions were carried out by lethal injection, a now troubled and controversial method of ending a condemned man's life. In both the case of Chapman and Taylor, there were no problems apparent in the executions. Things were oddly calm and sterile at the Kentucky State Penitentiary in Eddyville for Chapman and at a prison in Bonne Terre in Missouri for Taylor.

Chapman 's crime was horrific, a revenge killing carried out because the woman involved told a girlfriend that Chapman was likely bad news. Chapman fought for about five years for his right to die.

When the time came for the execution on a cool November evening in western Kentucky, Chapman apologized. It wasn't the first time. He repeatedly expressed remorse in an interview with me and in subsequent phone calls when we talked about his case and he wondered why it was taking so long given that he wasn't fighting the efforts to kill him. Said he wanted to die to show how sorry he was for destroying that family's life.

Taylor fought until the end, when a few hours before the execution, the U.S. Supreme Court rejected his last appeal and Missouri Gov. Jay Nixon turned down a clemency request.

In both cases, once the curtains were pulled back on the execution chamber, the men were already on a table, IV lines inserted and the lethal drugs waiting to go.

Chapman gave his apologies again and again, even trying to sit up to address the survivors directly. Once he was done, the drugs were pushed into his veins. Chapman took multiple deep, quick breaths, then suddenly stopped.

All the color drained from his face, his body went slack and he stared at the ceiling where, moments earlier, a microphone hung to record his last words. He would be pronounced dead a short time later. His eyes remained open until the warden, Thomas Simpson, leaned over and closed them just before death was pronounced.

When Taylor became visible to witnesses, he had a white sheet pulled up to his neck, only the outline of his body was visible. He spoke to family members in an adjacent room, but with no microphone, his words weren't audible.

The drugs started, Taylor took a few quick breaths, then stopped. His jaw went slack, but his toes remained pointed upward at the ceiling. Within 12 minutes of the execution starting, Taylor was dead.

Chapman's remains were sent to a family member out of state. Taylor's family made arrangements for his body.

Neither execution drew rabid protests. A small assembly of people objected to Chapman's execution. Almost no one spoke outside the prison for Taylor.

In both cases, the night ended dark, cool and peaceful.