Johnny,
Not disrespecting your point of view in any way, but in my opinion, your observations require perspective with regard to history.
John Thompson was a pioneer of sorts in my opinion. His place in the history of college basketball occurred during a period of tremendous social upheaval. As a man in my mid sixties, I remember this game when black players at universities were an exception to the rule, rather than what has become a norm. I watched while places like Kentucky and North Carolina integrated their ball clubs with considerable reluctance. There was racial tension on many campuses. The nation was coming off an era when to be african american, meant being treated differently and with less respect. Black coaches were far and few between. Why would you find it odd and surprising that this large and imposing black coach would find it appropriate to make a statement with regard to being a black man, leading a mostly all black team, in a racist america, in a sport that not that long ago, would have locked him out. History will honor John Thompson...including his light-hearted attempt at making fun of Coach Carnesecca's sweater.
Here's some more interesting stories about Dr. Lapchick. When I was 11, I moved from north to south Yonkers. I attended sixth grade in the same elementary school as Rich Lapchick. There were two sixth grades and we would
trade classrooms for music and art. The first occasion of this change, both classes lined up on opposite walls in the hall. When I looked across at the other class, most of the kids were roughly the same size, but there was one kid who towered by almost a foot over the other kids. That kid was Rich Lapchick. Rich won the foul shooting contest for all six graders that year for the entire city of Yonkers. Since his dad was coach of the NY Knicks at the time and a great player in his own right, everyone was of course predicting a wonderful basketball future for Rich. He and I became good friends. We would play basketball in the garage at the Lapchick home. You had to shoot over wooden beams to score. Rich was a wonderkind for the next couple of years and everyone wanted him as the center on their team. After the eighth grade, Rich was rewarded with a basketball scholarship to Manhattan Prep, where he played along side Billy Jones (who eventually would be a starting 2 guard at St. John's, but played center for the Prep). Bill, at 6'5" guarded Lou Alcindor (now Kareeem Abdul Jabbar) in high school. Anyway, Rich, who was probably 5'10" in the sixth grade, never grew another inch, and while remaining a fine player, he was always a big man trapped in a guard's body. Fortunately, Rich's academic acumen would lead him in a different, but not less important direction.
We both eventually attended St. John's and rode to school together from Yonkers for several years. Rich convinced me to join Zeta Sigma Pi...something I'm most indebted to him to this day. Many of my lifelong friends have come from that decision, and I still play weekly golf with frat guys. Rich was in my wedding party when I married in 1972...I sang at his wedding.. and he remains a close lifelong friend. We've shared many important life moments together, and his presence in my life has been a blessing of unmeasurable proportions.