Thursday, May 21, 2015

Over Five Years, 13,000 People in St. Louis Murdered, Shot, or Robbed At Gun Point: The Common Denominator being a Black Person Almost Always Holding the Gun...

PK Note: Tomorrow marks the end of Year Six of SBPDL. It's been a strange ride. This site has been the work of one person dedicated to the proposition that modernity is a lie and no man is equal to one another. Year Seven will see the publication of Bell Curve City and a book celebrating Hurricane Katrina at 10. And a book on Indianapolis.  For any person reading out there, never forget this simple piece of advice: if you want to make a change, don't wait for someone else to do it. Just do it yourself. 

Never, ever forget what one person can accomplish if they remain consistent; never forget who can be impacted by this consistent dedication.

Your home. Your streets. Your schools. Your ballpark. Your playgrounds. Your pocketbook. Children die in their homes. Innocent bystanders are gunned down by stray bullets. Hard-working St. Louisans are robbed on streets, in stores and at home. Prison bars replace bright futures. Taxpayers fund the criminal justice system.
 It's time for you to care. It's time to get involved to help reduce gun violence. 

So reads a new initiative of the Circuit Attorney of the city of St. Louis. The site notes 13,000 people have been murdered, shot, or robbed at gunpoint in the city of St. Louis over the past five years. 

13,000 people. 

Almost everyone one of these people was either killed, robbed, or shot by a black person in a city that is 49 percent black and 43 percent white. 

Collectively, black individuals make St. Louis one of the most dangerous cities in America; conversely, without the collective contributions of black individuals, St. Louis would be a city virtually free of homicides by firearms, nonfatal shootings, or robberies at gunpoint. [Circuit Attorney Launches a Call to Action on Gun Violence, CBS St. Louis, 5-21-15]:
The St. Louis prosecutor pulls back the curtain of the “viewing room” of the city morgue to call attention to gun killings. 
Since 2014 there have been 138 people murdered by guns in the city. Since 2010 there has been a total of 830 deaths. 
City Attorney Jennifer Joyce also invited three relatives who have been in that room before, including Peggy Morgan. 
“And on that day I saw him in there, standing right here looking through that glass, I was gone,” says Morgan. “I was totally gone, I didn’t know what to do.” 
Joyce says that these are people who were cut short before the age of 25. She adds that this is not ISIS, but the city of St. Louis where many people live. 
Medical Examiner Dr. Michael Graham who has done autopsies on many of the bodies, is also speaking out against gun violence. 
“What I want you to be remember is the number 85,” says Graham. “Because 85 percent of those are African American, 85 percent of those are male, 85 percent are killed by guns and 85 percent are between the ages of 16 and 49.” 
Joyce says that gun murders are also hurting the image of city schools, downtown and the convention business. She’s launching a new website asking for donations of money and volunteering with organizations that mentor youth to stay out of the crime and gun culture.
A gun is an inanimate object, a machine requiring a human emotion to trigger into action. Gun violence, be it fatal or nonfatal, isn't rendering St. Louis a war zone; black individuals deciding to use a gun to commit violence help collectively make St. Louis war zone. 

No city in America identifies the role black people play in destabilizing it better than St. Louis, a metropolis almost completely devoid of white-in-origin gun crime (be it fatal or nonfatal). 

Europeans in America will one day realize how Bell Curve City showcases the inequality of man, eventually erasing away the lies of modernity and replacing them with a blueprint for a brighter tomorrow. 

But today St. Louis will continue to be a city providing anecdote after anecdote for individual white people to help make this future a reality.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Is America Irredeemable? Michael Brown to be Canonized with a Plaque on Canfield Drive in Ferguson

There's a footnote in the Department of Justice's 86 page report on the criminal investigation into the shooting death of Michael Brown by Ferguson, Missouri Police Officer Darren Wilson - which 100 percent exonerated Wilson of any wrongdoing and clearly showed he did everything on August 9, 2014 exactly as he had been trained - that will forever serve to indict the mainstream media in their culpability for manufacturing the farce in Ferguson: 
[28]: [The media has widely reported that there is witness testimony that Brown said “don’t shoot” as he held his hands above his head. In fact, our investigation did not reveal any eyewitness who stated that Brown said “don’t shoot.”]
The #BlackLivesMatter movement utilizes "Hands Up, Don't Shoot" as if it were a battle cry, though a six-months long investigation by the Department of Justice into the affairs of what happened on August 9 turned up this fascinating anecdote. 
No, this isn't a joke...

It was all lie. 

All a lie. 

In reality, Wilson was lucky to survive the encounter with Michael Brown. [Darren Wilson: "I felt like a 5-year-old holding onto Hulk Hogan, CBS News, 11-25-14]

But even this doesn't matter, with hatred and envy toward whites fueling the rage powering the #BlackLivesMatter movement. Well... financial help from men such as George Soros helps as well

But the rage had to exist (the same rage and hatred for whites that blacks are constantly taught which ultimately cost Brittany Watts her life) before it could be exploited. 

Michael Brown is the true face of the #BlackLivesMatter movement and it's only fitting he get a plaque - worthy of appearing in Cooperstown - to be placed in the sidewalk on Canfield Drive close to where he nearly murdered Officer Wilson. 

Had he murdered Officer Wilson, would he be an even bigger hero to the black community? 

As it stands, a Walk of Black Martyrs appears to have its first inductee in Ferguson.  [Permanent Michael Brown memorial to be built in Ferguson,, 5-20-15]:
On what would’ve been Michael Brown Jr.’s 19th birthday, his memorial on Canfield Drive was removed. Michael Brown’s family and the city of Ferguson have come to an agreement about a permanent marker.  The makeshift shrine to Brown in the middle of Canfield Drive cropped up shortly after Michael Brown was killed last August and has remained. 
Officials say that there needs to be a more permanent memorial to the teen and objects in the street are a safety hazard.   The items placed in the middle of the street were removed on Wednesday by Michael Brown Sr. and volunteers.  They will be placed in storage by the Urban League. A paving project to improve Canfield Drive is slated to start soon.   
Michael Brown’s father says a plaque will be placed in the sidewalk on Canfield Drive near where Michael Brown was shot and killed. Ferguson Mayor James Knowles III says a permanent place to remember Michael Brown may be set up near the Canfield Green Apartment complex.
A "permanent place to remember Michael Brown may be set up near the Canfield Green Apartment complex"... so more lies can be spread about a black man who tried to kill a white police officer on August 9, 2014? 

It's only fitting the Canfield Green Apartment complex - a Section 8 paradise - would be the venue birthing the "Hands Up, Don't Shoot" lie. 

The Canfield Green Apartment complex is literally the living embodiment of the potential of the Black Undertow. [Why did the Michael Brown shooting happen here?, St. Louis Post-Dispatch, 8-17-2014]:
Angela Shaver has witnessed that sea change since she moved into Canfield Green Apartments 20 years ago. The state employee said she raised a prom queen there and sent her off to college. 
There used to be a swimming pool. Now, there’s a bullet hole in the door below her.That shooting, and many others, happened long before all the vigil candles melted in the middle of the street for Brown. 
Even as Shaver explained the frequency of gunfire, she was cut off by a sudden blast coming from Northwinds Apartments, a hulking spread with more than 400 low-income units. 
Shaver paused to listen. No screams. No more shots. She picked up the interview where she’d left off. 
“I hate to say I got used to them,” she said of the gunshots. 
Ferguson’s crime and poverty rate is lower than some of the other North County municipalities. But the small southeast corner of the city where the apartments are glows bright red on crime maps. 
That area along West Florissant Avenue and just east of it accounted for 18 percent of all serious crimes reported between 2010 and August 2012, according to a Post-Dispatch analysis of crime data provided by St. Louis County. 
The area accounted for 28 percent of all burglaries, 28 percent of all aggravated assaults, 30 percent of all motor vehicle thefts and 40 percent of all robberies reported in the city of 21,000 people. 
It’s a cluster of densely populated complexes that stand apart from the predominantly single-family streets of Ferguson. 
On a map, the area sticks out like an appendage, one that was added to Ferguson by annexation. Many of the children who live there aren’t even part of the Ferguson-Florissant school system. 
Adding to that isolation, police have blocked off nearly all access roads to the apartments with concrete barriers, fences and gates.
 Only in a world as averse to truth as ours would Michael Brown deserve a commemorative plaque to grace the sidewalk lining Canfield Drive, where he attempted to murder a white police officer. 

It's questionable had he succeeded in "Hulking Up" and procuring Officer Wilson's gun and killing him that this act would have made him a bigger hero to the black community (imagine the video that would have been posted on World Star Hip Hop on August 9, courtesy of blacks living in Canfield Green Apartments, of blacks celebrating Wilson's death at the hands of Brown...).

Nonetheless Michael Brown is a hero to the black community in death, though his death was entirely his fault. 

The demise of Michael Brown, courtesy of Officer Wilson, and subsequent canonization of the former and forcing underground of the latter (for fear of being murdered by a #BlackLivesMatter activist) is a reminder America has become irredeemable. 

For those wondering, Brown's plaque reads: 
"I would like the memory of Michael Brown to be a happy one," the marker reads, bearing a likeness of Brown in a graduation cap and gown. "He left an afterglow of smiles when life was done. He leaves an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy and loving times and bright and sunny days. He'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun of happy memories that he left behind when life was done."

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

A Series of Articles Proving the Committed White Liberal is Certifiably Insane

There's nothing wrong with a white liberal who says one thing about diversity, and then cocoons their family in as much whiteness as possible.

Hypocritical? Sure.

But there's nothing wrong with it at all. In fact, there's a poetic beauty in a white liberal publicly extolling the virtues of diversity and the promotion of Black-Run America (BRA) while privately living a life as far away from blacks as possible. 
The most insane family in America? 

However, the story of Robert King of the Indy Star provides insight into the mind of a white liberal Amy Biehl's parents would recognize. Any white person who would voluntarily put their family in danger would immediately have their children taken away by Child's Services in a sane society, but in Black Run America (BRA) King is praised as some sort of hero. [Kings of Indy: Why we're leaving the suburbs and moving to the Near Eastside, Indy Star, 5-22-2013]: 
 My introduction to the Eastside came nine years ago when I was still living in Florida. My wife and I were contemplating a move to Indianapolis. 
The advice, from the Floridians we knew that had friends and relatives here, was simple and unanimous: Avoid the Eastside. It’s no place to raise a family. These were well meaning folk – people looking out for us, sharing what they knew of the city where we were about to relocate. 
And eventually, more because of the natural currents that carry middle class families to “safe” neighborhoods with reputable schools and “resale potential” — we landed safely in the suburbs, Center Grove, to be precise, just outside of Greenwood. 
Now, almost nine years later, my wife Tammy and I – along with our three daughters — have made what for us is a dramatic move, and one not easy to explain to our fellow suburbanites. We’re moving to the Near Eastside. 
The neighborhood we’re leaving is in many ways the suburban ideal. We lived on a cul-de-sac. Three of our neighbors had pools. Everyone kept their lawns manicured, sometimes even me. Most people locked their doors, but it wasn’t a big deal if you forgot. 
The neighborhood we’ve landed in, St. Clair Place, has a different story. There are some homes here that have been beautifully restored and some that have been well-kept by longtime residents. And there’s a sense of positive momentum from the Super Bowl Legacy project. 
But it remains a neighborhood where there are several homes abandoned and the windows boarded up. It’s a place where debris sometimes piles up in vacant lots that have become dumping grounds for old mattresses and the like. 
The first neighbor I met after getting the keys to our new home was an older gentleman who was picking up trash in the alley behind our house. He tried to help me with a stuck garage door. 
He warned me not to leave it open, that anything of value in there would disappear. Others have told us not to leave our cute dog in the backyard — that he, too, might disappear. 
Most cautionary of all, though, is the vacant lot I can see from my kitchen window. It’s where one of the most horrific crimes in the city’s history occurred – the 2006 murder of seven people in a house on North Hamilton Avenue. The house burned sometime later and now all that remains is a field of dandelions. 
Into this new world, I’m bringing my wife Tammy and ourdaughters – Sarah, 16, Annie, 13, Caroline, 7 -- and a dog named Davy. 
The obvious question, of course, is why? Why move here? Why choose the uncertainties of a neighborhood with a mass murder scene as its landmark over suburban comfort? 
There are lots of reasons. Some are practical, some philosophical, some spiritual. And comfort is a contributing factor. 
Over the past nine years at The Indianapolis Star, I’ve written plenty about challenges facing the city – poverty, homelessness, failing schools and, yes, crime. I even wrote a story about the murders on North Hamilton Avenue, talking to people in the neighborhood a year after the tragedy occurred. 
I’ve written about schools where fights were a plague and kids were afraid of getting “jumped” at any moment. I’ve written about a homeless man who fell to his death while camping out in the balcony of a Downtown church. I’ve written about a young couple who moved with their four children into a motel room as their last stop before the streets. I’ve written about young people killed in city parks during midnight gunfights. 
Each time, after documenting these things, I would get into my car, drive past the ring of decay that surrounds Downtown and weave my way back to the quiet of the suburbs. And I was comfortable doing that.
What a hero! In May of 2014, the so-called Kings of Indy would brag about one year in the danger Eastside of Indianapolis. [Kings of Indy: At home, a year later, Indy Star, 5-19-2014]:

 A brush with crime The nights are punctuated by noises that are very often nothing more than fireworks, but that more discerning neighbors say also sometimes include gunfire. To date, we haven't caught a whiff of violent crime. 
But the crime stats tell me that within a mile of us there have been shootings and stabbings and robberies. More common to our street are burglaries. We had one last summer that cleaned out our garage. 
Neighbors said it was our initiation because it happens to nearly everyone. Over the winter, things grew quiet. But in April, when police caught a guy a few doors down trying to break into a garage, folks here likened it to the daffodils — a sure sign of spring. A year ago, I said we didn't come here to try to change the world, but to come alongside folks in the community. 
I think we've made good on that. You can't turn around here without finding some place that could use a volunteer. But it's also clear that what matters most to people here is that you just be a good neighbor. What's also been clear is that the Near Eastside has changed us. 
We think a lot more about how we live and how we live our faith. We think more about where our food comes from and where our clothes are made and why it's important to shop local. We've found it helpful to discuss more deeply subjects such as race and sexual orientation; wealth and poverty; the different ways families are put together. 
We've also had some sober chats about drugs and prostitution. Those talks were not always easy, but they were valuable. When we came here a year ago, we were somewhat fearful. 
Today, I'd say, fear has been replaced by awareness. Living in a place that's the focus of urban renewal has been particularly instructive. 
There's a concept that applies both to imperfect people and imperfect places: Instead of focusing on what's broken or missing, it can be more helpful to count your assets. What have you got that you can use to make things better? 
From that perspective, an abandoned house becomes a place where a new family can live and, because of the fantastic architecture around here, it might just become a beautiful home. A vacant lot that was once a crime scene could soon become a new homestead. 
People scarred by the harshest blows during a neighborhood's decline may be willing to work the hardest at bringing it back. Maybe I am naive or just plain stupid about such things. But I look at this part of the city through a different lens now. If that means I'm wearing rose-colored glasses, so be it.
It's now been two years since Robert King voluntarily moved his family from the comfortable white suburbs of Indianapolis into the heavily black - and crime-ridden area of - Eastside Indianapolis.

So it's about time for an update, right Mr. King? How's life in an area known as one of the "killing fields" of Indianapolis? [Kings of Indy: Two years in, life on the Near Eastside is nuanced, Indy Star, 5-16-15]: 
 Two years later, I'm here to report that we've not only survived, but my little family is very happy here. 
What's more, we've doubled down on the Near Eastside: We've put our kids in the public schools. Our two oldest daughters, Sarah and Annie, are about to complete their first full year at Tech. 
That's right, IPS. Next year, out little Caroline will enroll at a charter school in our neighborhood, the Paramount School of Excellence. And she can't wait. This year, Sarah and Annie entered an urban high school, where they were just two of 1,750 students. 
They have encountered kids at Tech who have no interest in school, who seem on a mission to disrupt class. And they've shared classes with kids headed to the Ivy League. They've enjoyed their walks around what's probably the most beautiful, most historic campus in the city. And they've learned to identify the smell of marijuana smoke, which rolls out of certain bathrooms like a fog. 
They've had great philosophical debates with other smart kids about life and politics and art and music. And they've heard the F-bomb aplenty. Heard the N-word in casual conversation. And they've learned to deal with it. 
So have their mom and dad. (In my case, one of their black friends used the N-word in casual conversation, while I was giving him a ride. I nearly slammed on the brakes and called a timeout. Instead, I opted to let the moment pass. My daughters and I had a healthy discussion about it later on). 
That episode reflected a new reality for us. About two-thirds of the kids at Tech are black. About one-fourth are Hispanic. Only about 10 percent are white. For the first time in their lives, my girls were the racial minority. Sarah was the only white member of Tech's gospel choir. Annie is one of only a couple of white girls on the softball team. And it hasn't been a big deal. 
They have friends who are black, white, Hispanic and Indian. It's enough to make you hopeful about the future. Some of the kids are middle class like us. Many are struggling to get by. The greatest segregation seems to be between the kids who take school seriously — who are striving for college — and those who aren't.
Oh my God! A black kid said nigger and a white liberal almost got in an accident! 

What's frightening is more and more of those white people promoted in Black-Run America (BRA) are committed white liberals like Robert King, who would rather sacrifice his children to the Moloch of Perpetually Uplifting Blacks than raise his children in the safety and serenity of an all-white environment. 

Monday, May 18, 2015

What Happens When White Liberals Can No Longer Blame White Racism for Keeping Blacks Down?

If you believe in equality then white racism is the only logical problem holding blacks back from attaining the same levels of achievement and middle-class existence as white people. Worse, the trillions spent to fix the problem (Baltimore got a taxpayer funded infusion of $1.8 billion in stimulus money alone since 2009, courtesy of Mr. Obama) is a drop in the buck to what must be spent to eradicate the plague of racism, which is what keeps blacks from enjoying the true of nirvana of equality. 

There is no opposition party to the overzealous drive to legislate equality, with both Republicans and Democrats united in their seemingly religious-motivated push for black empowerment. 

Which brings us to an article in The Economist summing up the "successes" of the past 50 years as it relates to the holy quest of equality. [The fire and the fuel: What a dead white man can teach America about inner-city decay, May 9, 2015]:

The Baltimore riots were sparked by the death of Freddie Gray, a black man, in police custody. But the underlying cause was more complex. Wali Uqdah, a retired prison officer in the city, says: “It’s a building up of hostility. It’s not about just one incident; it’s like if I leave a pot on my stove, and I go outside, it’s just going to get hot and hot until it boils over. There’s no jobs, no income, no good schools…” 
Many Americans feel a confused sense of guilt when the problems of poor black neighbourhoods come to their attention, unsure whether the persistence of crime and poverty in such places is, in some convoluted way, their fault or the fault of the people who live there, and unsure what can be done about it. On the one hand, they see that the police are sometimes racist. On the other, they note that tensions between blacks and cops persist even in cities like Baltimore that have a black mayor, a black police chief and a mostly non-white police force. Shortly after the riots, six officers were indicted for abusing Mr Gray, on charges including second-degree murder. Three of the cops were black. 
This year marks the 50th anniversary of a bold and controversial attempt to explain what has gone wrong in America’s inner cities: Daniel Patrick Moynihan’s “The Negro Family: The Case for National Action”. Moynihan, then a bureaucrat in the Department of Labour, made two main points. First, he argued that the lingering effects of two centuries of slavery had undermined the black family—at the time, 25% of black babies were born to unmarried mothers (see chart 1). Second, he argued that family instability was at the root of many other problems, from crime to poverty. 
Fifty years later, black America still fares badly on many of the predictors of success and signals of distress that concerned Moynihan. If it were a separate country, it would have a worse life expectancy than Mexico, a worse homicide rate than Ivory Coast and a higher proportion of its citizens behind bars than anywhere on earth (see interactive). This is despite the fact that, overall, America is home to the richest, most successful population of black African descent that the world has ever seen.
Read the last paragraph again. 

Take your time. 

Done yet? 

Think about what that means: even with affirmative action, massive welfare and EBT/Food Stamp usage (not to mention free public school school breakfast and lunches), government/public sector jobs built to create an artificial black middle class, professional sports and the entertainment industry, were blacks in America to create a separate country it would be one of the least desirable places on earth to live. 

Just like where blacks represent the majority racial demographic of a city in 2015 America, this real estate constitutes one of the least desirable places to live in the country. 

And that's with the transfer of wealth from white taxpayers taking place, not to mention white America's ambitions and desires largely being put on hold so a game of catch-up against evolution can be contested by white liberals and conservatives dedicated solely to the advancement of blacks. 

But go back to the first paragraph from The Economist article. Read it again. 

Done yet? 

Did you catch this line: "There’s no jobs, no income, no good schools…”?

Where'd the jobs go? Where'd the money go? Why aren't the schools "good?"

It must have existed there once, or else the now heavily black city of Baltimore wouldn't have black citizens bemoaning the lack of... anything. Well, not anything. [Baltimore’s riots drew attention, but endemic violence is hardly noticed, Washington Post, 5-17-15]
The Rev. Jamal H. Bryant, pastor of the Empowerment Temple and a local activist, said city residents have “almost been anesthetized” to the killings. “In any other community, these numbers would be jaw-dropping.”
Through all of this, we must double-down on the investments of the past 50 years to uplift blacks and ignore anything but hearts being in the right place to help blacks rise!

But left to their own devices... [Crowds Scatter as Baltimore Curfew Takes Hold, New York Times, 4-29-15]:

Near the burned-out CVS, Robert Wilson, a college student who went to high school in Baltimore, said: “With the riots, we’re not trying to act like animals or thugs. 
We’re just angry at the surroundings, like this is all that is given to us, and we’re tired of this, like nobody wants to wake up and see broken-down buildings. They take away the community centers, they take away our fathers, and now we have traffic lights that don’t work, we have houses that are crumbling, falling down.”Mr. Wilson said he had seen someone on television say, “This doesn’t feel like America." 
“And I’m like, ‘This is America!’ ” he said. “ ‘They just don’t want you to know!’ ”
"This is America!"

"This is America!"

"This is America!"

Because all you have left in decaying neighborhoods Robert Wilson blames "they" for destroying are blacks, and the type of environment and community blacks are capable of creating in the absence of whites. [15 Baltimore neighborhoods have lower life expectancies than North Korea, Washington Post, 4-30-15]:
Inequality in Baltimore has been thrust into the national spotlight this week, with riots and civil unrest in that city following the funeral of Freddie Gray. This inequality has roots that stretch deep into the past. It's been exasperated by bad policy decisions in the present-day. And it makes itself felt in every aspect of life in the city, from the racial composition of neighborhoods to the number of empty houses standing in them.
Inequality has been exasperated by "bad policy decisions," but not in the way the Washington Post would ever discuss... Depo Provera and Norplant are the only way to ensure the inability for blacks to compete (or maintain) western civilization is a problem for only one more generation...

This is America. And it will continue to be America, where blacks will never be held accountable for their individual actions/choices that collective represent the greatest biological weapon/EMP on a city, completely incapacitating the long-term prospects for the civilization there.

No amount of money will ever be enough to change nature and the reality of racial differences in intelligence will always be ignored by those dedicated to the sole task of ensuring Thomas Jefferson's inadvertently suicidal words come to fruition.

We've leveraged the future of the country on the bet we can legislate equality, doubling-down on a bet started more than 50 years ago that has yet to produce anything remotely resembling a positive response.