If you’re going to run a social justice scam, you’d think it would be wise to put your best foot forward. In a nation of 330 million people, you can find an almost endless supply of pure hearted, immaculate, sympathetic, poster ready victims for almost any cause. That’s what makes the current BLM hysteria such a puzzle. A casual, micron deep review of this whole phenomena raises immediate questions about our collective intelligence. If you listen to the hysterics you would think that law enforcement at every level is engaged in the wholesale slaughter of an entire race, a genocide.
First impressions? Note that these annual, nationwide totals are a slow weekend of blacks killing other blacks in just Chicago. And this is their list, so you can expect that they inflated the tally with every remotely qualified victim. But if The Railer were to ask Jose’ Average on a random street corner to “say some names,” Jose’ might struggle to recollect maybe five. The best virtue signaling white snowflake might hit ten, but that’d be rare.
The Railer played his own game and was able to recall nine. His is something of a greatest hits list, and you can fondly recall excellent rioting, property destruction, and collateral deaths in their wake. Let’s visit The Railer’s BLM Martyr Hall of Fame and learn their stories.
But when you look at the facts, the rioting herd’s argument crumbles. We’ll even give the opposition the benefit of the doubt and use their numbers. From the site sayevery.name here’s their count:
| Year | Deaths |
| 2020 (ytd) | 27 |
| 2019 | 10 |
| 2018 | 12 |
| 2017 | 6 |
| 2016 | 11 |
| 2015 | 19 |
| 2014 | 18 |
| 2013 | 4 |
| 2012 | 7 |
Trayvon Martin, 2/26/2012, Sanford, FL. Say Every Name says he was “walking home.” Contrary to the widely promoted little boy photos, he was a 17-year-old, 5’11” man, bashing the head of a Hispanic neighborhood watch dude into the concrete, a citizen who happened to have a gun. Why was Treyvon Martin of Miami Gardens in Sanford – not his “home?” He was sent to his divorced father when his mother couldn’t control him any longer. He had just been kicked out of school after his second suspension for marijuana and stolen property, and he might be alive today if the school officials had arrested him. Instead, they ignored his crimes to improve their fraudulent race-discipline metrics. The wages of low expectations brought death, not a timely intervention. Instead of being in school or juvenile custody he was walking between homes, a suspicious stranger in a neighborhood that had been suffering from a recent and unrelated streak of home break-ins. Note that Trayvon was not shot by the police. He was shot by a man that he called a “creepy ass cracker” on his cellphone just minutes earlier.
Michael Brown, 8/9/2014, Ferguson (St. Louis), MO. Say Every Name simply says he was “unarmed.” But when you’re 6’4” and 292 lbs., you’re always armed. Speaking of, the Gentle Giant had committed a strong-arm robbery of a convenience store – caught on video for all to see – just minutes before he was stopped by a local officer. He proceeded to beat the crap out of the officer, who had the broken face bones to prove it. This is where the phrase “hands up, don’t shoot” was born. Too bad that was just an urban myth, invented by someone who did not witness the confrontation. Repeated investigations, including one led by Obama’s black Attorney General Eric Holder, failed to fault the officer.
Eric Garner, 7/17/2014, New York City. Say Every Name says he was “selling cigarettes,” and indeed he was. One at a time in front of a convenience store, thereby upsetting the legal purveyors of such products. Eric well knew the drill as he had been arrested 30 times prior for assault, resisting arrest, and grand larceny. By 2014 Eric had his own gravitational field at 395 lbs., and he suffered from asthma, diabetes, and an enlarged heart. Like an out of water whale, he could barely breath. Eric unwisely decided to fight New York’s finest, and under the supervision of a black female sergeant, Kizzy Adonis, an officer momentarily put him in a chokehold. He died, lying on the sidewalk. The medical examiner said that even “a bear hug” could have produced the same results given his poor health.
Laquan McDonald, 10/20, 2014, Chicago. Laquan was “walking” according to Say Every Name. Yeah? Walking while crazed on PCP, with a giant knife, down the middle of a street, accompanied by numerous police officers repeatedly commanding him to drop it. Recall that an Olympic sprinter can cover 100 yards, 300 feet, in 10 seconds. That’s 30 feet per second. Similarly, a fit young man can cover 20 feet and plunge a knife into your neck, all in the span of one second. Add PCP and one young man can tie up a Marine Division. Laquan was shot when he made a sudden turn, all caught on video. What should the police do when facing an aggressive, tweaked out, young male walking down a pedestrian filled street brandishing a Roadrunner cartoon sized knife? No good options here – a lose-lose situation for all involved. Laquan sealed his fate through a long sequence of epically bad decisions. He lost.
Ahmaud Arbery, 2.23/20. Satilla Shores, GA. Jogging? Yep, until he was shot by two knuckleheads in a pickup truck. The sad story arose from a very bad decision by a former cop. He should have known better. The Railer gives BLM and Say Every Name this one without qualification. But note that the death did NOT occur at the hands of a sworn, uniformed, officer. Justice, within the purview of mortals, will be done.
Breonna Taylor, 3/13/2020, Louisville, KY. Say Every Name says she was “sleeping.” Not exactly. She was sleeping with her twice convicted drug dealer boyfriend when police burst into her apartment at 3 A.M. Felon Kenneth Walker picked up his illegal gun and fired first, wounding an officer. The other officers responded in kind, instantly turning the scene into swiss cheese. What were they supposed to do? They fired back, unintentionally killing Breonna in the chaos.
The wisdom of the knock-announce warrant is a fair question – a worthy separate discussion. But Breonna invited that warrant through her recent years-long relationship with another twice convicted drug dealer, Jamarcus Glover. Breonna rented a car for Jamarcus later found with drugs and a dead body aerated with 8 bullets. Both Breonna and her car were seen repeatedly in front of Jamarcus’ crack house. Jarmarcus had “packages” delivered to Breonna’s address, he kept money and drugs in her home. When the police broke through her door that night, Drug Dealer #2 fired because he assumed the intruder was her former knight-in-shining-armor, Drug Dealer #1. These details and more are candidly revealed in a lengthy New York Times article. Breonna chose two lovers, both convicted drug dealers, and intertwined her life into their criminal activities. Whose fault is that?
Daniel Prude, 3/30/2020, Rochester, NY. Say Every Name simply says, “in custody.” When police responded to a break in at a mobile phone store at 3:16 AM, they found a naked and bloody Daniel Prude in the street. Earlier in the day he was kicked off a train, had intentionally thrown himself down a flight of stairs, made suicidal statements to his family, suffered hallucinations, and had been taken to the hospital, only to return a few hours later. Somewhere in that busy timeline he managed to crank himself up to an “acute PCP intoxication” level. Oh, he also told a random passerby that he had coronavirus.
Let’s say you’re the unlucky midnight shift officer who encounters this disintegrating individual. You’re probably thinking that “I need to protect myself.” The officers executed their training and put a spit hood on the subject and settled him on the street. Between the screaming and yelling he pukes his guts out and goes limp. Paramedics begin CPR and get him to the hospital. But he dies, brain dead, a week later.
Given everything that happened earlier in the day, why was Daniel Prude, a severely disturbed individual, released from the hospital? Who did that and why? Daniel was clearly a threat to himself and others. He needed psychiatric intervention. Instead, he was turned loose, putting a dangerous man on a fatal collision course with ill-equipped law enforcement. This story is tragic from start to finish, but it should not have happened. Lots of blame for all involved, including Mr. Prude, but it is ridiculous to lay it all at the feet of these unlucky officers.
George Floyd, 5/25/2020, Minneapolis. Say every name characterizes his final moments as “shopping.” Is shopping with fake money really shopping, or is it simply theft by another name? George was an ex-felon, arrested 9 times previously, including a long sentence for armed robbery. He had fentanyl and meth in his blood, but most argue that did not play a role. He was a very big man, 6’7”, and suffered from the usual problems that come with that including severe heart disease. We’ve all seen the painful-to-watch video of the officer with his knee planted wayyyyy too long on his neck. There’s evidence that although generally cooperative, George refused to be put in the squad car which led to the takedown and physical restraint. We’ll learn more in the upcoming trials and the prosecution is being led by Attorney General and black Marxist, Keith Ellison. There will be a vigorous prosecution. What is clear is that George Floyd started this tragic sequence of events. Had he given his full cooperation, had he been smaller, less physically intimidating, had he been in better health, he’d be walking the streets today.
Rayshard Brooks, 6/12/2020, Atlanta, GA. Say Every Name says “sleeping in car.” They don’t mention “drunk, passed out, blocking a burger joint drive-thru.” Brooks, with several past convictions, was on probation that night so arrest was the only option for the responding officers. He was initially cooperative but when officers tried to cuff him, Brooks threw a punch. They fought and both ended up on the ground. Officer Brosnan drew his taser but Brooks wrested it away and fired, hitting Brosnan. The second officer fired his taser but Brooks broke free and ran. Brooks was struck by gunfire when, taser still in hand, he turned and fired the second round at the pursuing Officer, Rolfe. Imagine that you are officer Rolfe. Is that a gun or taser pointed at you? Was that muzzle flash a taser round or a bullet? It’s dark and you have a split second to decide.
Atlanta District Attorney Paul Howard is prosecuting the officers for murder, but that’s going to be a difficult argument to win. Howard had previously and publicly declared that a taser is a “deadly weapon,” which justifies the Brooks shooting either way.
To put an exclamation point on this tour through the hall, say the name Antwon Rose. The NFL’s Pittsburg Steelers, with one exception, honored St. Antwon by putting his name on their helmets for a 9/17 nationally broadcast game. Here’s the story:
Antwon Rose, Jr., was shot by a police officer on June 19 of 2018, after a car he was in was pulled over.
In a statement, the Steelers explained: “While the driver was being handcuffed on suspicion of being involved in an incident that happened earlier that evening, a frightened Rose fled from the car. The cell phone video a bystander captured showed Rose running, and then you could hear gunshots and see as he was fatally shot in the back three times by a white East Pittsburgh Police Officer.”
However, what that statement does not mention is that Rose was identified as being involved in a drive-by shooting that had occurred not long before being pulled over. The victim in the shooting told police that Rose was the shooter. Police had every reason to assume that Rose was armed and dangerous. In addition, the officer who shot and killed Rose was found not guilty of improperly killing the teen. The shooting was deemed justified according to the investigation.
Antwon Rose, the official mascot of the Pittsburg Steelers and the patron saint of drive-by shootings. He appears to be a free agent that the Steelers picked up in the perp draft. Interestingly, Anwon’s name is NOT found on the Say Every Name website. Credit to them for their discretion.
As The Railer reviews these stories, it is striking that race played a small, even immaterial role. With the likely exception of Ahmaud Aubrey, a white person would have also died given the same circumstances. The solution is painfully obvious: don’t invite involvement with the police. Not because they aren’t overwhelmingly honest and good-hearted people, but because something might go wrong. In a million police-citizen interactions, some number will go bad. We’re human. In fast moving, tense, confusing situations people make mistakes. Unfortunately, many vibrant kommunitays have a predisposition for high police involvement. If you don’t want to tragically die at the hands of law enforcement, then don’t make bad decision after bad decision that demands their intervention.
And if you’re going to lead a social justice movement, please, pick better martyrs.