While the media look hard for ways to rationalize the irrational pillaging of greater St. Louis over the shooting death of Michael Brown, they continue to ignore the death in October of African-American dental hygienist Miriam Carey.
So too do the nation’s race hustlers. The question at hand is why.
Last month, the U.S. Attorney’s office cleared two federal employees – one a Secret Service agent, the other Capitol Police officer – in the fatal shooting of Carey after a bizarre driving incident around the White House and the U.S. Capitol.
After firing at least 18 shots at the unarmed and deeply confused Carey, the officers discovered that she had her one-year-old daughter with her in a car seat. Miraculously, the little girl was unharmed.
What is intriguing about the Washington Post’s latest report on the incident is that the only time it used the word “black” was to describe the color of Carey’s Infiniti.
Neither the reporter of the July 10 story nor the editorial board writer who followed up with a piece on July 13 mentioned her race. In no story that I could find was the race or even the names of the two officers mentioned.
That is probably as it should be, and the exoneration of the officers on civil rights charges seems understandable as well, even if the actions of the officers are not easily understood.
Under relevant criminal civil rights laws, federal prosecutors must establish that an officer’s use of force was excessive and that the officer “willfully deprived an individual of a constitutional right.” And they must do so beyond a reasonable doubt.
The evidence was not there to indict, nor was there any pressure from the black grievance industry, or BGI, to manufacture evidence. Its honchos likely passed on this case because it was Obama’s White House. It is hard to believe they would have been so quiet had Bush been the occupant.
What is painfully evident, though, is that neither the BGI nor the media nor the Justice Department cut any such slack for local police officers who find themselves in a confrontation with a black suspect – a phenomenon that happens a thousand times a day across America.
Former LAPD Sgt. Stacey Koon can testify to that. Koon oversaw the arrest of one very large, very belligerent, very intoxicated Rodney King in March 1991.
Koon had his officers holster their weapons and moved through the various preliminary steps to handcuff the combative King, culminating in a technique called the “swarm.”
In hindsight, Koon might have called off the baton strikes on King a stroke or two sooner, but at the time, Koon thought it a textbook take down.
None of the officers was hurt, and King, unlike Miriam Carey, suffered only minor injuries. When Koon and his fellow officers were acquitted of criminal charges, the local gangsters burned down Los Angeles.
Only then did the Justice Department see fit to try the officers on federal civil rights charges under the perverse pretense that the jurors could render a fair verdict. They could not.
Fearing for their safety and that of the city, the jurors concluded that Koon et al, unlike their federal peers in Washington, willfully deprived King of his constitutional rights beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Koon was sentenced to 30 months in prison and barely missed an execution attempt while finishing his incarceration at a half-way house.
After pocketing nearly $4 million from the city of Los Angeles, King went back to business as usual – drinking, driving and getting arrested. On one occasion, he struck his wife with his car and knocked her down.
In 2012, officers found him at the bottom of his fiancée’s swimming pool – she had been on the jury that had awarded him the $4 million – with alcohol, marijuana, cocaine and PCP in his system. He had drowned after a day-long drinking binge.
A month after gingerly dispensing with the Carey matter, the Washington Post has chosen to cover the Michael Brown affair not with the Carey-style guide but with the Trayvon Martin one.
At first glance, the Post’s Aug. 12 article looks like it might have come from the Onion or some other satirical site. Over the picture of Brown in his cap and gown is the sappy headline, “Mike Brown notched a hard-fought victory just days before he was shot: A diploma.”
True, Brown looks like he’s posing for his mug shot, and the reporters allowed that Brown had “a football tackle’s build,” which, one suspects, may have something to do why he got shot.
Otherwise, it’s Horatio Alger meets Al Sharpton. Brown faced “the longest academic odds.” He “got that diploma.” In 10 days, he was to start “at a local technical school to learn how to fix furnaces and air-conditioners.”
“Mike was there every doggone day,” said his teacher. And then, “As Brown walked down a street with a friend, the 18-year-old man was fatally shot by a police officer in this city in St. Louis’s north suburbs. Brown was unarmed.”
That’s it? Brown was just walking down the street with a pal and some unnamed, presumably white officer ran up and capped him?
That was enough, at least, for President Obama to offer his “deep condolences” and to launch the proverbial “renewed discussion about how police treat minorities, especially young black men.”
That was enough for the Justice Department to send its minions to town to find a way to fry the locals, even if they still haven’t closed the book on George Zimmerman.
That was enough for the BGI, the oleaginous Sharpton in the lead, to descend on St. Louis. That was enough for the locals to take pot shots at helicopters.
That was enough for every cop in every city in America to say to himself, “Why bother?”
Unlike their federal peers, unlike the thugs they encounter, the local cops know they are guilty until proven innocent.
Just another day in “post-racial” America.
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