Chicago has offered up one of its finest to the gods of political correctness, but the riots seem inevitable.
Obviously there’s bad cops. I remember that video of a Chicago cop beating up a 100 pound bartender from about ten years ago, and it was sickening, as was the way his peers circled the wagons.
Chicago may even have more bad cops than average, for all I know. But if there is one thing I’ve been taught in every defensive shooting class I have taken in the last fifteen years is that a knife inside of 21 feet is as good as a gun. It’s more dangerous than it looks, and your reaction times can’t equal the knife. It’s time to shoot.
This “youth” with the future physics professor name of Laquan McDonald, like the “youths” in Ferguson and Baltimore, died from his own stupidity, recklessness, violent streak, and refusal to follow the cops’ legitimate orders. He was creating a ruckus with a knife, and when the cops showed, he was defying them, even apparently slashing at the tires of one of their patrol cars. The video released didn’t disturb me in the least. At the very least, what took place was clearly not a murder.
Chicago’s race relations are basically terrible. I lived there 7 years during the 1990s in a small integrated island surrounded by 100% black and poor ghettos, i.e., Hyde Park. The tension was palpable, and the mutual distrust and hostility was undeniable. In fact, I began to become more conscious of racial issues at that time, when I had previously been somewhat of an idealist, blaming government programs, when basic differences of inherent ability and culture were the prime drivers of black failure. I realized then the basic impossibility of the two groups getting along aside from individual exceptions, particularly when blacks are a majority, poor, and otherwise living in dysfunctional communities, where any whites that are encountered present prime targets for theft, rape, and other atrocities.
I also became wise to the ways liberal whites, particularly Jews and well off blacks, cannot be counted on for their good faith. They instead almost always try to make common cause with the ghetto blacks as harbingers of social reform, radicalism, or as avenging angels of whites’ alleged past misdeeds. I never took either group even the least bit seriously again, and I realized we are speaking different languages with regard to moral and political issues. I definitely became a gun rights fanatic at that time, resenting the ways well-off whites would cede all responsibility for self-protection to the police, whom they aim to corral with unrealistic rules of engagement.
I always thought things were on a precipice, and maybe now, in the age of social media and the idiotic black lives matter campaign, things will come to a head. Unfortunately, there is no one with the clout and prestige of Richard Daley to sort things out, and, due to mass white flight, the whites living in the city now tend to be effete professionals, and not the tough Irish and Polish working class Chicagoans of yesteryear, who would stand up for themselves and their families. The liberals sacrificing these cops to the unappeasable gods of political correctness might want to think about what they’re doing, before the cops all decide to “go Galt” and leave those left behind to their demographic destiny.