A little while back, I was appalled by the beating of a Philadelphia man by police--in broad daylight and in plain sight of a news helicopter who filmed this atrocity for all to see.
When I say "appalled"--I, by no means, want to give the assumption that such violent acts against blak men surprise me, or are an aberration--an exception to the rule. Any ghetto blakman knows that they are one step from the angry back lash of a policeman's baton...Just one midnight creep from becoming a "resisting arrest" statistic--down at the morgue.
Acts of abject violence, by brainwashed and racist policemen against blakmen--such as Rodney King, Amadou Diallo or Thomas, Dickson, and Harrison--have been, and will, continue to be a part of the fabric of this country's policy towards dealing with minorities that it deems to have the "potential" for violence.
It is this "Dodge City, Marshal" posse-type attitude, that police present--that is a detriment to blak men everywhere.....
Let's go back, way back--back into time. To the grand old days of the wild and wooly, west. Where men were men, and "niggers" were "inhuman beasts".
Where the smell of hemp wafts into your nostrils, from the rope that tightens around your neck---for just being blak, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Where the odor of sage brush permeates the air and tumble weeds, blown by desert winds, roll along a dust-filled back drop.......
Where wild, untamed, horses run unmolested by man. And wide-open spaces are not yet "closed in"......
Where so-called Indians still ride the prairie--before they are forced onto reservations, and their land is STOLEN from them.......
Where wooden side walks lead into illicit saloons that satisfy your thirst--and your lustful desires.........
Where herds of bison graze on grass--before they are killed off by the government to starve Indians into submission.......
And where the law was a "pearl-handled" six-shooter.....
Can't you just hear some grizzled ole' sheriff--smelling like a liquor still--with tobacco juice dribbling from the corners of his mouth, saying:
"Yes, suh...my name's Sheriff Ned Justice--that's 'N. Justice' for short. I's the law in these here parts. I can out-drink, out-fight, and out-shoot any yahoo in these here continental United States--ask any nigger.
"See, our niggers knows they's place around here. And if'n they's don't....well, I just 'mosey on up to them--real nice-like--and says softly in they's ear:
"You may come and go as you please--but watch yo' self. If'n I catches you out on these streets, after sundown, I will personally beat the black bark of'n you until the light of understanding just 'what yo' place is'--comes into yo' mind. If'n I catches you anywhere you ain't SUPPOSED to be--God His self, won't be able to help 'ya.
"I will personally hog-tie and whomp any danged nigra that'll sass white folk--you better believe I will.
"I have nothing against a nigger, mind you....But they's like little children that need to be chastised, ever now and then. You gots to show them who the boss is, or they might even try to marry a white woman. And Lord knows,I will blow the top of a darkie's head off--if'n I ever thought THAT!
"Like I said..I don't gots nothing against a nigger. But if'n any one of them is convicted of a crime around here.....they will pay the FULL price for they's foolishness. Can't have no nigra thinking he has the same rights as a white man. He might get beside his self and try do something stupid--like thinking he got 'freedom of speech' or sumpthin'.
"He got 'freedom of speech all right--'long as he watch what he SAY.
"Now, I knows the 'gov-ment 'so-called' gave them they's freedom. But you can't convince some of us white men of that. I might be sworn to uphold the law, and all that.... But I refuses to side with a darkie against a white man. It just ain't right.
"Laws were made by white mens to 'gov-ern white men. Ain't no nigger coming into my court house 'specting to get no mercy.
"This is a white man's country and it's gonna stay that way. We only 'tolerates nigras, anyway. They's like unwanted 'house guests'--you know, the kind that come to dinner and never leave....ha! ha! ha!
"And if'n a nigra got a problem with what I'se saying...take me to court. Oh, did I mention I'se the judge and jury, too?......
"We might might even have a party for 'ya---a 'neck-tie' party (SMILE)....
"I'se Sheriff Ned Justice.
And my motto is:
"Where they's an 'uppity' nigra--you'll find 'N. Justice' there.
"Nice to meet 'ya.....
The Watcher
P.S. This goes to the victims of the tragedy that was ..."Rosewood".
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