There's a lot of emotion wrapped around long time SJU fans and John Thompson.
They were a great rival for certain, and Georgetown certainly far surpassed St. John's in terms of success during (and because) of Thompson's tenure. He had a succession of several very good to great centers - Ewing, Mourning, Mutombo and a very good supporting cast.
His teams weren't just very good. They played a physical, intimidating style of basketball that cast them in the role of villains. Games against them seem to be always near the boiling point of brawls, and while it never really got to that point, fans remember Kevin Williams taking exception to Ewing's sharp elbows and challenging him at halfcourt - Ewing was disciplined enough to decline. Syracuse had similar confrontations, and it was what made Big East contests in that era better characterized as wars than games. Most of us don't forget how badly Georgetown players performed in the closing moments of their loss to VIllanova - cheap shot fouls, pulling a Villanova player down by his shorts, and even an attempt to knee a Villanova player in the groin. All of this fueled the hatred of Georgetown and Thompson, who was accused of not only tolerating it, but encouraging it. Perhaps he was, as intimidation and physical play certainly can distract and unravel opponents.
In the specter of current US events, because of their dominating physical play, fans resorted to racist taunts of the Georgetown players. We too easily forget signs like "Patrick Ewing can't read this", fans waving bananas, and even Billy Packer asserting that it was embarrassing how poorly the Georgetown players spoke. Writers wrote of how Georgetown players were not academically representative of their peers at Georgetown. Thompson for his part, threatened to send his players into the stands to go after fans who shouted racist things at players. All in all an ugly chapter when you look back on it.
Thompson for his part, made no apologies for Georgetown's rough and tumble teams, which used intimidation as a tactic for certain. Fans may recall that in the national championship game vs. Houston, Thompson instructed Ewing to block the first handful of Houston shots, goaltending or not. He wanted the monstrous presence of Ewing in the paint to get into Houston player's head as an incomparable physical presence. It seemed to work.
No matter what you felt about Thompson then or not, it's impossible not to feel sad for a man who died much too young. With him died a chunk of the old Big East, with iconic coaches Like Thompson, Rollie, Boeheim, Looie, and others. Like many my opinion softened about Thompson over the years, especially when I watched interviews with him. Despite being improperly labeled as borderline mentally challenged as a youth, he was indeed very bright, gave pensive responses, and could make you forget how much you hated him as an opposing coach. To the very end, seeing him at courtside at an SJU Georgetown contest for me at least, struck a little bit of the Georgetown air of intimidation, or at least seemed to bring a plus to their side.
Without Georgetown's on court success, they wouldn't be the same university they are today. Friends who went there in the 70s will often remark that alumni should thank Thompson and Ewing for making the school uber competitive academically, and also for the massive amount of donations that continue to this day.
He was a strong voice against prop 42, which set academic standards for freshman eligibility that Thompson felt were discriminatory. Arthur Ashe disagreed with him, and while I leaned towards agreement with Ashe, I also understood Thompson's position. Both positions were in support of young black men and women, though opposed. Both men are regarded beyond their athletic and coaching skills.
Still and all, the overriding emotion for me is sadness today. We've lost a great coach, period, but also an African American leader who has gained the respect of millions. He is to Georgetown what Looie is to us, and his success at Georgetown will likely never be surpassed by another coach there. He cast that big a shadow figuratively and literally. R.I.P.