Thursday, 23 April 2015

At Least He Said, "I'm Sorry" (for accidentally shooting you)

Another week (last), another brutha shot by a policeman.

Those who think this is ok will say, well he shouldn't have been trying to sell a gun to an undercover officer. But similar to the Walter Scott scenario-- you MAY remember his being killed ummmm . . . . . last week-- a busted tail light, or selling a gun (not pointing it, etc), walking around in a hoodie (oh wait, that killer wasn't even a cop-- THANKS Florida!) are not crimes that should to a death sentence. I mean maybe in N. Korea or in ISIS controlled territory. But I wasn't aware that we'd altered the US Constitution to revoke the right to a trial by jury in lieu of summary execution?! I think I missed that Amendment.

So I mentioned in the past few days-- running from the cops probably isn't the best idea. In most people's minds that equates to he/she's guilty, otherwise they wouldn't run away from me. And while most humans would probably think similarly, the simple conclusion is that someone running AWAY FROM you poses little threat to your personal safety. Maybe they're running off into the woods because they're a Prepper (is that correct?) and they just happen to have a stash of guns, grenades, bombs, anthrax, maybe an F-16 in the woods RIGHT by where they were pulled over (Oh wait, that's the honkys (ha-ha) who do that sh**. Bruthas are too lazy to be diggin' some big hole to put all their gold chains and guns in-- just in case the end-of-the-world were to begin.)

But on a serious note-- and this would take another entire entry or two or five-- guess what: There are larger, engrained dynamics at play around why more bruthas (per capita) have runs-ins with the law. Similar to the economic dynamics laid out in my oft-read and cited piece on immigration (and how THOSE people are ruining our country, btw), there are similar historical and cultural forces at play here.

Ask yourself, why would somebody want to go out and make maybe what, $400/week ($20,800, gross/year), at a fast-food joint when you could, what, double that with a little more risk-- i.e. engaging in slightly "more risky" work (or in the other case, crossing the border-- though the multiplier there is closer to 10x).

I wonder if I should just change the name of your beloved "Stuff" to "Shootin' Bruthas"?

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