07/24/2025
Hulk Hogan’s Death Has Me Conflicted
Hearing about Hulk Hogan’s death hit me in a way I didn’t expect. Growing up, I was a huge fan. He was larger than life—this unstoppable force of charisma, strength, and energy. I had the posters. I watched the matches. I believed in the “say your prayers and eat your vitamins” mantra. He was a hero to me as a kid.
But as I got older, the truth became harder to ignore.
In 2015, transcripts were released from a leaked s*x tape, where Hogan used the N-word multiple times and made deeply racist remarks about his daughter dating a black man. He was quoted saying:
“I mean, I’d rather if she was going to f** some n*****… I’d rather have her marry an 8-foot-tall n***** worth a hundred million dollars! Like a basketball player!”*
“I guess we’re all a little racist. Fing n***.”*
[Source: The National Enquirer / RadarOnline (2015)]
As a Biracial man—black and white—those words cut deep. They still do.
So now, in this moment of his passing, I’m stuck in a strange emotional place. Part of me wants to mourn the man I once idolized. But the other part of me feels that maybe he never really saw someone like me, despite being mixed, like so many of us—as worthy of his respect in the first place. Maybe that smiling icon I looked up to wouldn’t have looked twice at me except in judgment or disgust. He would have likely hated the union that created me.
It’s a hard pill to swallow. Unlike Malcom Jamal Warner and Ozzy, i had a connection to the Hulkster from my love of wrestling. RIP to these great people as well.
But the Hulkster…..Do I think he deserved death? No. Do I think there’s a spot in hell waiting for him? That anger lives in me sometimes. But I also know that’s not my call to make. That’s God’s.
And I do hope—truly hope—that if Hogan stood before God, he came face to face with the harm his words and views caused. I hope he repented. I hope he found forgiveness.
Because ultimately, I believe in a higher justice, one that holds us all accountable, but also offers grace. Even to those who failed to show it themselves.
Rest in peace, Hulk Hogan. I hope the man I admired once finally understood the depth of the damage he did—and found peace only after facing that truth.
