The man hunt was intense, the voices shrill. Their faces flushed with the excitement of the chase. Within their hearts lay the deceit of concern wearing the mask of a 6-o-clock evening news anchor.
Who is to be feared
The pathetic soul who at the baying of the hounds trembled to the core of his misery crawling on hands and knees seeking safety in a swampy fetid infestation that even those slithering, slimy corruptions of children's nightmares dared traverse.
Or
The shiny alloyed badge on straining chest, shooting first and then having the gall to rationalize that the candy bar in the hands of the 9 year old Black boy was a gun.
A rationalization which says it loud and clear to those ears not defended by the syrupy drip of "just a cop doing his job," that in the eyes of the White police officer the 9 year old Black boy was just another one less.
By Apropos
Monday, March 10, 2008
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