Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Obama's Department of Justice Demands One Simple Rule With Attack on Ferguson: Black people don't break the law, the law breaks Blacks

Donald J. Trump, a battered, defeated, dejected people, dispirited people long for leadership. 

They long for hope. 

They long for a restoration of sanity in a world turned over to a people far more ruthless Dr. Zaius. 
We live in a world where blacks, free from being judged by the color of their skin or the content of their character, are free to rewrite the rules so that the law no longer restrains them from acting out whatever indulgences they desire. 

[Feds sue Ferguson to force compliance, USA Today, 2-10-16]:


WASHINGTON -- The Justice Department is suing the city of Ferguson in an attempt to forcibly overhaul the city’s troubled police and court operations, Attorney General Loretta Lynch said Wednesday.
The decision comes hours after city leaders sought to revise a long- negotiated settlement, citing prohibitive costs of executing such a deal.
“There is no cost for constitutional policing,'' Lynch said late Wednesday.
"Painstaking negotiations lasted more than 26 weeks as we sought to remedy literally years of systematic deficiencies,'' she said of the government's action, which followed a public announcement last month of a tentative agreement that the attorney general described as "both fair and cost-effective . . . Last night, the City Council rejected the consent decree approved by their own negotiators; their decision leaves us no further choice.''
Lynch said the residents of Ferguson have been waiting "decades for justice,'' having endured civil rights breaches that established a pattern and practice of racially biased policing .
"I think the city of Ferguson had a real opportunity to step forward here,'' a visibly disappointed attorney general said. "Instead, they have chosen to step in the past.''
Earlier Wednesday,  Ferguson Mayor James Knowles signaled that the city was ready to take on the Justice Department in federal court. He defended Ferguson's unanimous decision to revise the agreement by removing language from the agreement, which local leaders asserted, mandated big raises for police officers. Local leaders also sought to free the city from its obligations under the agreement should Ferguson seek to shutter the police department altogether and enlist another agency to provide public safety services.
"The ball is in their court," Knowles said at a hastily called news conference in Ferguson. "We're sitting and waiting to talk. If they want to threaten legal action, then that's what they're threatening."
The threat became reality within hours of the mayor's appearance when the Justice lawsuit was filed in a Missouri federal court, alleging local law enforcement conduct routinely violated the Constitution.
"The residents of Ferguson have waited nearly a year for their city to adopt an agreement that would protect their rights and keep them safe,'' Lynch said. "They have waited nearly a year for their police department to accept rules that would ensure their constitutional rights and that thousands of other police departments follow every day.''
There's nothing troubling about Ferguson's police department or court system: what's troubling is that the now 70 percent black city of Ferguson, Missouri (a 76 percent white city in 1990) won't be saved by the hilariously inept overture of Starbucks corporate belief in the racial healing/soothing taste their coffee can bring...

America has a black crime problem (just as Ferguson has long had a black crime problem), not an inherently racist legal system problem.

Mark my word: 2016 will offer a powerful moment when Trump has the opportunity to forever remove the shackles of white guilt in America with just one powerful speech, by simply pointing out the truth of the previous sentence.

The United States of America might be irredeemable, but that doesn't mean a large portion of the population isn't: they are just in need of liberation from Black-Run America (BRA).



Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The Mask is Completely Off at the Huffington Post

The mask is completely off at the Huffington Post. It will continue to slip as Donald J. Trump wins more and more states.

Treason trials are coming...

Monday, February 8, 2016

Her Name is Christine Ledlow: 15 Minutes Away from Shift Ending, Two Blacks Gun Down White Store Clerk in Mississippi

She was performing the role an immigrant is expected to do in 2016 America. 

After all, why would a white person work in such a vocation as a convenience store clerk, when these positions are supposed to go to down-on-their-luck immigrants merely trying to better themselves and live the American Dream? 
Christine Ledlow, left, and her daughter: 15 minutes away from clocking out, she'd become just another white person murdered by blacks in what was once the United States of America
What kind of absolute loser, what kind of white trash would work such a remedial job? 

Well, the kind of white person whose individual contribution once built a nation. 

The kind of white person whose execution is hardly a news item worthy of mentioning outside of the backwards town she called home.

After all, what self-respecting white person hasn't sacrificed the future for their children just so some 3rd world immigrant can perform the duty of being a gas station clerk? [Store clerk's daughter leaves heartbreaking tribute, WMCActionNews5.com, 2-2-16]:
The Mapco where a clerk was shot and killed is still closed for now. The only person around is a security guard.  
However, people who knew the clerk are still reeling while police hunt for the second suspect after the first suspect was turned into police by his own parents. 
"When I heard about it this morning, my heart broke for her just knowing that could have been me," coworker Nicole Harville said. 
The clerk was shot multiple times at approximately 5:30 a.m. Monday at the Mapco gas station on Highway 72 East. 
She later died from her injuries. Police confirmed the victim was 43-year-old Christine Ledlow. 
Coworkers added that she was just 15 minutes from the end of her shift when the shooting happened. 
Corinth Police Department said it received dozens of tips about the two suspects. 
Within an hour, they had tips and within five hours, a suspect was behind bars. 
The black males who murdered Christine 
The police chief contacted the parents of one of the suspects. Those parents brought the 17-year-old to the police station. The second suspect is still at large. 
Corinth Police Chief Ralph Dance said two teens went into the store to rob it. He believes the teens panicked and opened fire when the clerk hit the panic button. He does not believe the shooting was gang related. 
"They had no reason to kill her. She put her hands up. She would have given them anything in the store,” one Corinth native said. 
Ledlow's coworkers said she'd been working at the convenience store for six years. They noted that many people see her every morning and get a cup of coffee. They said Ledlow was well-liked around town. 
"It’s disturbing,” Police Chief Ralph Dance said. “You don't want to think people are that cold-hearted. She has a family. She is a hard working lady. For someone to gun her down for no reason for money that they didn't even take.” 
Ledlow's coworkers said she leaves behind two daughters, 17 and 20 years old. 
As the coworkers stood outside the gas station Monday, they said the store will never be the same. 
Ledlow's daughter posted a heart wrenching tribute to her mother on Facebook. 
It's a tribute to a woman she describes as beautiful, her biggest supporter and someone who is now looking down on her from heaven and smiling.
Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes away from clocking out and then two black males walk in to her store.

Micah Bostic and Brooklyn Taylor.

And only fifteen minutes away from clocking out, Christine Ledlow would never again leave the store to see her children.

There is no United States of America anymore, only a country people vaguely remember as once being a nice place to live. Now this great, big landmass is nothing more than a place where we work, shop, eat, and sleep with the greatest of hope that in between these events we don't become just another nameless individual murdered by a black person. WMC Action News 5 - Memphis, Tennessee KPLC 7 News, Lake Charles, Louisiana

Saturday, February 6, 2016

“We never harm tourists. Never. Got that. We keep our shit to ourselves": Life in 80% Black Selma, the Most Dangerous City in Alabama

Years ago, I went to 80 percent black Selma, Alabama. I walked across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, the most iconic Civil Rights monument in America, trying to imagine just what those white police officers dared defend on that bridge nearly 50 years before (the trip was in 2011). 

You see, we live in the post-Selma world, one where white people have lost all moral authority and even daring to speak favorably of anything remotely positive of whites means you yearn for a return to a world of segregation and Jim Crow (actually, I advocate the same goals of the American Colonization Society).
Visiting Selma and crossing the Edmund Pettus Bridge means entering a city in 2016 whose 80 percent black population has performed exactly how white people long ago feared they would when left to their own devices... and the civilization whites built for their posterity crumbles 

Those white police officers on Edmund Pettus Bridge back in 1965 were defending civilization as defined by the type of world European-descended people build, maintain, and pass on to their posterity. 

Today, we live in a rapidly disintegrating society where memories of a better yesterday are but a bitter reminder of the horrors of tomorrow. 

And 80 percent black Selma in 2016 (a city with a black mayor, a black police chief, a black district attorney and a majority black city council), is representative of exactly what white people long ago knew would happen to their civilization in both their absence and with black-rule.

Because of persistent black violence, the city has hosted not-so-national-media-friendly "stop the violence" marches in 2010 and 2014, unconvincingly asking black people to stop killing each other. 

But the 80 percent black residents of Selma, who have helped make the city Alabama's most violent, continue to provide a paradise for white journalists - still stuck in a pre-Selma mindset - a veritable wonderland for woe-is-me-let's-blame-the-white-man-for-our-predicament stories. ['Still a city of slaves' – Selma, in the words of those who live there: A beacon for the civil rights movement 50 years ago, the Alabama city’s largely African American population today struggles with joblessness, poverty and drugs, The Guardian, 2-4-16]:

Ten figures clambered over piles of rubble from the old cotton warehouse, picking up bricks. It was a cold day for Selma, Alabama, close to freezing, and as the sun disappeared they gathered to warm their hands over makeshift fires. 
For 10 hours they removed bricks from piles mixed with wood and metal, chipping each recovered brick free of mortar, and then stacked them. The bricks were handmade in the 1870s, and a foreman was paying them between $10 and $20 in cash for a pile of 500.  
It was hard work. A pile took about half the day to gather, and most quit from fatigue after one go. An older man watched them: “Everyone heard about this job, but few want to do it, because it pays nothing, and lots of people been hurt doing it. But there are no jobs here in Selma. Especially if you got a record, and almost everyone in Selma has a record.” Nobody knew who owned the old warehouse, although most reckoned it was a white man: “They own everything around here.” 
A brick buyer from a construction firm came to look at the pile. “Handmade bricks, especially historical ones like this, are in demand. They often sell for over a dollar per brick.” 
Jennifer had spent the day picking bricks, and wasn’t complaining, “I am a single mother with five kids. I will do any work, and this is the only work in town.” 
A man on a break, his hands bleeding beneath a cloth wrap, smoked a cigarette. “This is slave work, that’s what it is, but the only work around. Kind of funny when you think about it, because them bricks were probably made by slaves. That is Selma for you, though: still a city of slaves.” 
Driving towards Selma, you are constantly reminded by historical markers that although once a city of slavery, the city now symbolizes civil rights. The march to secure voting rights for African Americans in 1965 originated there, and is celebrated in a film named after the city. 
Crossing over the river into Selma is another reminder; the Edmund Pettus Bridge is recognizable from newsreels of Bloody Sunday, when marchers were beaten by the police, or from last year when President Obama came to mark the 50th anniversary of that day. The central street beyond the bridge is three short blocks filled with shops catering to tourists. 
Yet if you walk beyond those blocks you see the ugliness of poverty that is modern Selma: dilapidated and boarded-up homes tagged with gang symbols, empty lots littered with vodka bottles and fast-food wrappers, and sterile low-income projects. You see men clustered on corners selling drugs, and on the better-kept homes you see sign after sign urging, “Stop the violence”. You don’t see working factories, only empty ones being torn down for scrap.You see a population disenfranchised, economically and politically. It makes Selma, a symbol of past civil rights victories, a symbol of current civil rights failures. 

Marcus, 55, moved to Selma when he was a baby. “Everyone always saying we don’t have jobs because of things we lack, but it ain’t what we lack, it’s what we have: black skin. When I was a boy we had to cross through the white neighborhood to get to school, and they used to sic the dogs on me and my younger sister. I left Selma and joined the military. When I came back, nothing much changed. They don’t sic dogs on you any more, but they stack so much against you that it might as well just be dogs.” 

Council McReynolds, 52, has spent his entire life in Selma, and wishes he could leave. “All the factories that used to be here are closed: the candy factory, the furniture company, they all picked up and moved when we elected a black mayor.” 
His house is one of only two on the long block that isn’t abandoned and boarded up. The one next to his is half-burned-down, the others sit empty, although a few people squat in them. “Selma ain’t like that movie. There everyone is shown working together and putting the past behind them. But the reality is Selma has been left behind, and folks are certainly not working together.” 
When I asked him about one of the empty buildings next to his, he smiled, “That ain’t empty at all. There is a family living there, being charged by a landlord.” 
Council’s block is not an anomaly in Selma. Boarded-up or falling-down houses make up about a quarter of the city. Many other buildings, which in other places would be considered derelict, with broken windows, porches filled with holes, are stunningly being used as rentals. 

Melvin Barnes, 39, met me in the low-income projects that surround the Brown Chapel AME church, a historical landmark that was center of the voting rights march. He grew up in Selma, started dealing at 17, and got caught up in the street life. 

“Everyone around me had guns, everyone around me dealt, and I got caught up in it. I got a gun when I was 14, carried it around, and shot it a lot. Everyone did.” 
Seven years ago, he got into a “street altercation” that ended with a bullet meant for him almost hitting a child next to him. “I came home from that, and looked at my child, and hugged him. I knew I had to stop the game.” He quit drugs and now hosts a daily radio show, and works the streets, urging others to stop the violence. 

Melvin took me to the old abandoned home he sleeps in when homeless. “I haven’t had any money since I quit dealing, nobody is gonna give a former drug user like me a job.” 
At the spot where we talked, Antoine Stallworth was shot and killed only a few yards away from the church two weeks before on New Year’s Eve. It was the last murder in Selma of 2015, bringing the total to 11, and making Selma (population about 20,000) one of the most violent cities in the US, with murder rates more than 10 times the national average. 

My last two days in Selma were spent with Escrow, 34 (named changed), who has four felony convictions, for drugs, guns and attempted murder. He moved to Selma at the age of 14, brought to live with his grandmother by a mother addicted to crack. When he shook my hand, he smiled, flashing a row of missing teeth, “Welcome to the real hood. Selma don’t play games.” 
He has been shot six times and shot many others. “I don’t know how many times I shot at people. I am just a shooter, always have been.” 
He talks quietly and methodically, only stopping to sell drugs – “excuse me, I got to make a deal”. 
When I ask about guns in Selma, he grimaces. “When I got here, everybody had a gun, everybody was shooting. I needed to be like them. I learned quickly you got to escalate, or guys will see you as weak, and shoot you dead, so I escalated.” 
He always carries a gun, except when on his block. 

t the end of my last day in Selma, exhausted from seeing so much pain, I sat outside the Brown Chapel AME church, watching kids play, and making small talk with a group of men. I went to take the picture of the kids, and forgetting their age, started my normal interview, “Do you like Selma? What was it like growing up here?” 
They all looked at me confused, except one girl, Robin, aged nine. “No I don’t like Selma. Not at all. Too much shooting and my momma can’t find a job. That is why we are moving to Florida.” 
As I photographed the kids in front of the sunset, a BMW pulled up. Two tourists got out to look at the Brown chapel. The gang of men, including Escrow, watched them, wondering where they were from. I went over and talked to the tourists who were from Ontario and excited to see places they knew from the movie, but concerned about their safety. 
When I came back and told the men where the tourists had come from they all whistled in proud disbelief. “Damn, CANADA. Wow. They came all the way from Canada to see Selma?” 
I also mentioned their fears of the neighborhood. Escrow stopped playing with his phone, looked at me, eyes drilling into me, smile gone. 
“We never harm tourists. Never. Got that. We keep our shit to ourselves. They come here because special things DID happen here. Just wish they would happen again.”
Like the Canadians, I too once went to Selma as a tourist, but unlike our friendly neighbors from the north, I visited the city not to massage my white guilt muscles (do white liberals get some weird sexual satisfaction seeing the city?); my visit to Selma was to see a visual representation of exactly what those white cops dared stop from ever coming to fruition. 

White liberals see Selma as eternally stuck in 1965, congratulating themselves over and over again for being on the "right side of history."

In reality, the civilization white people built in Selma is becoming nothing more than history, the very bricks once forming the bedrock of their civilization being chipped away and sold for pocket-change.