Egalitarian singularity: the Carlyle Club uncovers a metaphysical mystery, as cause and effect break down along the color line.

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Let me explain why I don’t give a shit about Trayvon Martin (image)

… is officially racist.

In April 2012, John Derbyshire provoked a more-than-usual amount of social justice shrieking with ‘The Talk: Nonblack Version’ (2012), leading to his dismissal from the “conservative” (of what, unclear) magazine National Review (here & here).

(4) The default principle in everyday personal encounters is, that as a fellow citizen, with the same rights and obligations as yourself, any individual black is entitled to the same courtesies you would extend to a nonblack citizen. That is basic good manners and good citizenship. In some unusual circumstances, however — e.g., paragraph (10h) below — this default principle should be overridden by considerations of personal safety. (5) As with any population of such a size, there is great variation among blacks in every human trait (except, obviously, the trait of identifying oneself as black). They come fat, thin, tall, short, dumb, smart, introverted, extroverted, honest, crooked, athletic, sedentary, fastidious, sloppy, amiable, and obnoxious. There are black geniuses and black morons. There are black saints and black psychopaths. In a population of forty million, you will find almost any human type. Only at the far, far extremes of certain traits are there absences. There are, for example, no black Fields Medal winners. While this is civilizationally consequential, it will not likely ever be important to you personally. Most people live and die without ever meeting (or wishing to meet) a Fields Medal winner. (6) As you go through life, however, you will experience an ever larger number of encounters with black Americans. Assuming your encounters are random — for example, not restricted only to black convicted murderers or to black investment bankers — the Law of Large Numbers will inevitably kick in. You will observe that the means — the averages — of many traits are very different for black and white Americans, as has been confirmed by methodical inquiries in the human sciences. (7) Of most importance to your personal safety are the very different means for antisocial behavior, which you will see reflected in, for instance, school disciplinary measures, political corruption, and criminal convictions. (8) These differences are magnified by the hostility many blacks feel toward whites. Thus, while black-on-black behavior is more antisocial in the average than is white-on-white behavior, average black-on-white behavior is a degree more antisocial yet. (9) A small cohort of blacks — in my experience, around five percent — is ferociously hostile to whites and will go to great lengths to inconvenience or harm us. A much larger cohort of blacks — around half — will go along passively if the five percent take leadership in some event. They will do this out of racial solidarity, the natural willingness of most human beings to be led, and a vague feeling that whites have it coming. (10) Thus, while always attentive to the particular qualities of individuals, on the many occasions where you have nothing to guide you but knowledge of those mean differences, use statistical common sense: (10a) Avoid concentrations of blacks not all known to you personally. (10b) Stay out of heavily black neighborhoods. (10c) If planning a trip to a beach or amusement park at some date, find out whether it is likely to be swamped with blacks on that date (neglect of that one got me the closest I have ever gotten to death by gunshot). (10d) Do not attend events likely to draw a lot of blacks. (10e) If you are at some public event at which the number of blacks suddenly swells, leave as quickly as possible.

And so on. I now present a representative sampling of responses from authors spanning the political mainstream — from progressive to ultra-progressive:

Sally Kohn (ColorLines) is a Marxist Jewish lesbian, and therefore quite possibly the most progressively progressive progressive ever. “Either insanely ignorant or willfully obnoxious,” she explained; “hateful stereotypes,” spread by “conservative fascists,” that have “nothing to do with actual black folks” and constitute “a load of bullshit.” Note Ms. Kohn’s mastery of statistical analysis and its applications to criminology:

Conservative fascists like Mr. Derbyshire will try to convince you that black people deserve blame. They will tell you that black people earn less because they don’t work hard and are less intelligent than white people, and that black people commit more crimes than white people and, thus, are more inherently dangerous. These are lies. For instance, the Department of Justice studied the homicide rates between 1974 and 2004 and found that 52 percent of offenders were black, while 46 percent of offenders were white.

Which, if you’re keeping up, means that black people, at 12.6 percent of the US population, are approximately ten times as dangerous as “white” people, a category which, in this case, for obfuscation purposes, includes Guatemalans (2007).

But all the statistics in the world will never persuade conservative fascists who are hell-bent on rationalizing their hatred as though it is fact, not opinion. So don’t waste your breath trying to convince those who will never be changed.

Good advice.

Dilan Thampapillai (Australian Broadcasting Corporation) was more restrained:

… a perfect example of why Australia needs racial vilification laws…

Well, obviously.

A slightly more thoughtful analysis is provided by Nick Land (2012):

Derbyshire’s article is noteworthy because it succeeds in being definitively obnoxious, and has been recognized as such, despite the spluttering incoherence of most rejoinders. Among the things that ‘the talk’ and ‘the counter-talk’ share is a theatrical structure of pseudo-private conversation designed to be overheard. In both cases, a message that parents are compelled to deliver to their children is staged as the vehicle for a wider social lesson, aimed at those who, through action or inaction, have created a world that is intolerably hazardous to them. This form is intrinsically manipulative, making even the ‘original’ talk a tempting target of parody. In the original, however, a tone of anguished sincerity is engineered through a deliberate performance of innocence (or ignorance). […] The counter-talk, in stark contrast, melds its micro-social drama with the clinically non-sociable discourse of “methodical inquiries in the human sciences” — treating populations as fuzzy bio-geographical units with quantifiable characteristics, rather than as legal-political subjects in communication. It derides innocence, and — by implication — the criterion of sociability itself.

As Derbyshire himself put it, one year earlier (2011):

The dissident temperament has been present in all times and places, though only ever among a small minority of citizens. Its characteristic, speaking broadly, is a cast of mind that, presented with a proposition about the world, has little interest in where that proposition originated, or how popular it is, or how many powerful and credentialed persons have assented to it, or what might be lost in the way of property, status, or even life, in denying it. To the dissident, the only thing worth pondering about the proposition is, is it true? If it is, then no king’s command can falsify it; and if it is not, then not even the assent of a hundred million will make it true.

An attitude that is… inconsistent, shall we say, with mainstream conservatism (2012):

As in all things the borders are fluid, but let me sketch out two camps: one is Americanist. This is the basic National Review position, the average Republican position, the average sentiment of the red American. It’s conservative, but still sees itself as fighting for and working within the bounds of America’s founding mythology: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,” you know the rest. Derbyshire wasn’t ever on that team. […] He played in a different pool. His work, and the work of people who write for the non-NR places he turned up, argued explicitly against the bounds of Americanism as an imperative of civilization: rights and equality sound very nice, but it’s all fake, and we are being destroyed. The article that got him fired is a straightforward argument against the Declaration. How else can you summarize it but “it is self-evident to me that men aren’t equal at all, now behave accordingly.” This is all he’s ever written.

[…]

The rejection goes very deep.

But let us, for the moment, leave Mr. Derbyshire to his “fundamentally indefensible” opinions (which he stubbornly insists on defending), his “tired” and “dated racial stereotypes” (in other words, people have been noticing this for centuries), and so on and so forth; and pay a visit to the little town of Millburn, New Jersey.

“Perched on the mantel, a nanny camera quietly records a young mom and her 3-year-old daughter watching cartoons in their living room” (2013). Then this happened:

Millburn home invasion (video)

Now hold on a minute: you did watch the video, didn’t you? If not, please do so now. You cannot see unless you look (although, of course, ignorance may be bliss).

A crash breaks over the hum of the TV and the mother casually walks out of the edge of the frame to investigate. A man bursts into view, lunging and swinging at her head. He punches her in the face over and over again. He kicks her in the head, throws her to the floor, puts her in a headlock. Then, he throws her like a rag doll down the basement stairs. Throughout the Friday morning attack, there is an eerie quiet. The mother silently takes the blows, screaming only once. She later told police that she didn’t want to traumatize her daughter — who sat on the living room couch during the attack, quietly clutching her blanket. Her 18-month-old son slept upstairs, unaware.

Millburn residents are in the process of absorbing the lesson themselves:

Neighbors in this leafy, affluent Essex County suburb said the brutality of the attack has stunned them. “We always felt safe here,” said Jeanne Mixon, who’s lived across the street from the victim’s house for 14 years. “My kids walked around at night. We didn’t worry.” “I’m so scared now,” said Luz Alvarado, who’s lived down the tree-covered, quaint street since 2001. “I never saw anything like that.” Shirley Lukawitz has lived in Millburn for 13 years and said she’s never heard of neighbors being robbed — let alone being victims of such a vicious attack — until now. “It’s a little scary,” said Lukawitz, 81, who lives on the next street over from the victim. John Bushman, who lives next door to the victim, was taking a shower upstairs at the time of the home invasion — and he had left his back door open and unlocked at the time. […] Capt. Michael Palardy, a veteran officer on the Millburn Police Department, said he can’t even remember the last home invasion. “People come here because it’s a safe town,” Palardy said.

Did I mention how safe the neighborhood is (2013)?

The stunning, midday attack is so shocking because of how safe a town it is, Palardy said. A police officer lives on Cypress Street, the very same street as the attack and which receives a heavy police presence because of its proximity to three different towns. “It’s a bedroom community,” Palardy said. “People move here because it’s a safe town.” Cypress Street neighbors agree. There has been a rush of residents installing security systems, said Anne Kramer, the victim’s neighbor. Kramer, 15, said her parents were concerned after the attack and plan on setting their security system even when at home during the day. “I think we’re all kind of shocked because we never thought something like this would come here,” Kramer said. “It’s two blocks from a school. People are worried about what’s going to happen.”

A safe neighborhood indeed — but it hides a shameful secret! Millburn is terribly lacking in the rainbow vibrancy of racial diversity. The town is overwhelmingly Eurasian, with a measly one percent of residents reporting African ancestry (2010).

Indeed, the assailant in the video, Shawn Custis, was an out-of-town criminal, dividing his time between girlfriends in Newark and New York City (2013). On the plus side, for the duration of his stay in Millburn, Mr. Custis single-handedly boosted the African-American community in the town by 0.5 percent, from 217 to 218.

Custis, whose last known address was on Irvine Turner Boulevard in Newark, has 12 felony convictions dating back to the early 1990s. He was most recently jailed in connection with a string of burglaries across New Jersey in March 2011 and served 10 months at the Southern State Correctional Facility in Cumberland County, according to court records. He was released in December. In July 2006, Custis escaped from a state Department of Corrections halfway house and was later arrested for burglarizing more than 20 homes in Hamilton and Trenton, according to court documents.

But that’s not all (2013):

His first burglary arrest happened in 2006. In 2009, he was arrested three more times, all in one month.

Twelve felony convictions. Twelve. Arrested three times in one month. He had already been convicted of eleven other felonies when police arrested him for a string of burglaries — in other words, home invasions when no one happened to be home. And the criminal justice system saw fit to release him after ten months in jail.

According to video evidence, he was not entirely rehabilitated at this time (2013):

“Did they think for one second he was not going to go back to what he was doing since he was a kid?” he [state Senator Richard Codey] asked, noting that Curtis had committed assault in one previous case under circumstances very similar to what he is charged with doing in Millburn. “This is a serial home invader, who when he invades a house is prone to assaulting, and obviously if he’s been doing it since he was almost a teenager, nothing was going to stop him.”

I estimate that the terrible crisis of “racial prejudice” in the United States would diminish by up to 82.4 percent if twelve- or ten- or even four-time felons were taken out behind the courthouse and hanged. But I digress — ever so slightly.

In my opinion, by far the most interesting aspect of the story is buried away in the comments of Millburn Police Captain Michael Palardy (2013):

“There was no reason for it, she would have given him anything he wanted.”

Really? No reason? Is Mr. Custis’ behavior truly inexplicable; purely random?

Well, let’s not exaggerate. The physics, at least, is comprehensible: we understand that a foot (a black man’s foot, for what it’s worth) transferred kinetic energy to the bones and softer, superficial features of a face (a white woman’s face, as it happens). More than once, in fact. With logic, too, we are on fairly solid ground: the man did not, on this particular day, both invade a woman’s home in a “safe” neighborhood and not invade a woman’s home in a “safe” neighborhood. No apparent logical contradictions.

And yet, considered solely as an attempt to obtain some of the victim’s property (e.g., her wedding ring), the home invasion was indeed excessively forceful (2013):

In his final sickening act, the man drags the woman toward the basement steps. The terrified young girl can only watch as the man throws her mother down the steps, then walks toward the front door and takes off after robbing her.

So he was finished with robbing her when he decided to pick her up and throw her down the stairs. Why? “There was no reason for it.” That is not an answer! “She would have given him anything he wanted.” Okay, what if what he wanted was exactly what he did? Namely: kick a woman he’d never met before (a white woman, as it happens) in the face multiple times and throw her down some stairs. A non-economic motive, one might say. Then the question becomes: why would anyone want that?

And why would someone want to punch a six-year-old child in the head (2012)?

A 20-year-old Jacksonville man is accused of punching a 6-year-old boy in front of a crowded ticket counter at Jacksonville International Airport. Police said Michael Mellen punched the boy Saturday, but nobody knows exactly why. According to investigators, the boy was with his family in front of the United Airlines ticket counter when Mellen walked up to the family and struck the boy in the forehead with a closed fist. “He just walked along, and out the blue hit the kid straight in the head,” said Wayne Clark, director of aviation security at JIA. “No apparent reason why he would do this.”

“No apparent reason.” None at all. Just one of life’s little mysteries.

These differences are magnified by the hostility many blacks feel toward whites. Quiet, Derbyshire! You big racist. Obviously, we will not be considering racist explanations for Shawn Custis’ behaviour. It might as well have been a Japanese man karate-kicking a Mayan woman. Leaving us — well, leaving us no explanation: “no reason” after all.

I kid, of course: here at the Carlyle Club, racist explanations are our bread and butter. Or do I mean our fried chicken and watermelon? But once again I digress.

Before we try to explain Mr. Custis’ excessive force, we should establish that there is something to explain; that it is not, as some will always insist, an isolated incident, freak occurrence, “black swan,” or other form of rare bird; that it fits a pattern.

There is indeed a pattern, and Nicholas Stix is quite possibly the reigning expert on this unpleasant subject (2009). I emphasize five key points:

While reporting interracial murders and attempted murders carried out by black men against white women, I have noted a pattern involving certain aspects of the crime, the official response or lack thereof, and responses by different elements of the public. The murder typically is [1] extreme in its brutality, with the killer inflicting [2] the maximum in pain and humiliation on his victim. [3] The authorities stonewall the public — unlike their reactions to deaths or assaults committed against blacks by whites, when they strive for a maximum in publicity and transparency. When they do speak, it is often to lie, [4] adamantly denying that the crime was “racially motivated” — even though they have no problem calling (statistically rare) white-on-black murders “racially motivated” — and [5] claiming either that the motive was “robbery” or that they can’t imagine what the motive might have been etc. etc.

Mr. Stix establishes this pattern with a list of examples, and we shall do the same. Note that we are not “just listing some crimes that black people did.” Although blacks do indeed commit a wildly disproportionate share of violent crime everywhere in the world, particularly violent interracial crime (about 85 percent in the United States, for instance), we will be establishing a very specific five-point pattern.

And things are about to get unpleasant.

In the fall of 2008, in Little Rock, Arkansas, 26-year-old TV anchorwoman Anne Pressly, a blonde white woman, was raped and murdered by Curtis Vance, a black male, in what the Associated Press called “a suspected burglary.”

Curiously, from the very same article:

Patti Cannady said she found her daughter in bed, bloody and beaten, after she didn’t answer a wake-up call. She said every bone in her daughter’s face had been broken. “Her jaw pulverized so badly that the bone had come out of it,” Cannady said. “I actually thought that her throat, it possibly been cut, but that was possibly the first knockout punch. Her entire skull had numerous fractures from which she suffered a massive stroke.”

“There was blood on the ceiling,” she added in a later interview.

Anne Pressly (image)

“From the beginning,” the Today Show reported, “investigators have felt that robbery was the motive for the attack and that Vance targeted Pressly at random. But her parents feel that the sheer brutality of the murder suggests additional motivation.”

“It’s just unbelievable that a random robbery like this would involve the brutal slaying of Anne in this way,” said Pressly’s father. “There just seems to be a lot more to the whole story than just a robbery gone bad.”

Yeah, the blood sprayed on the ceiling would seem to support that theory.

Curtis Vance (image)

And it was such a nice neighborhood, too:

The beating startled much of the state and horrified Ms. Pressly’s neighbors in the prestigious Pulaski Heights neighborhood, an enclave of old houses, and where residents considered themselves essentially exempt from violent crime.

This was not Curtis Vance’s first crime: he raped Kristen Edwards, also a blonde white woman, at her home in April 2008, fleeing with only a “cell phone and charger, a video and $3.” Another random robbery gone bad, perhaps? In any case, the black jurors, and only the black jurors, refused to convict him — part of a different pattern:

Edwards said she “absolutely” believes the mistrial in her case was about color. “The jury was presented with incontrovertible DNA evidence — which was collected, transported, processed and verified flawlessly — that proved beyond all scientific certainty that Curtis Lavelle Vance is the man who attacked me,” she wrote. “Seven of those jurors either did not understand the evidence that was presented to them, or chose to ignore it and violate the oath they took to uphold justice.” Edwards said that she was not surprised by the outcome, and confirmed that Fletcher Long told her before the trial even started that a mistrial was probably the best they could hope for. Even knowing that, she said, she was adamant about having her case brought to trial. What upsets her most about the mistrial, she said, is that no one has been willing to have an intelligent discussion about what really went on in the courtroom and the jury room. “(T)here has been a lot of speculation and mud-slinging, but no one willing to really take a hard look at why verdicts like this continue to happen in the United States,” she wrote. “It frightens me to know that juries can completely disregard everything they have heard in the courtroom and hand down verdicts based on their personal beliefs and biases, and that victims can be denied justice simply because they have the misfortune of being attacked in a part of the county where people will consider the color of a victim’s (or perpetrator’s) skin rather than seeing one human being committing a heinous act of violence against another human being.”

Shut up, you stupid privileged racist! Quit being so ignorant!

In case you haven’t noticed, sudden, violent mobs of dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people, all of them black, most of them teens, are wreaking havoc on major American cities including Chicago, Boston, Baltimore, New York City, Washington, D.C., Atlanta, Philadelphia, Miami, Kansas City, Milwaukee, Minneapolis, and St. Louis.

For some reason, these are known as “flash” mobs — a term also used to describe harmless pranks — rather than, say, black mobs.

Indeed, when Delegate Patrick McDonough of the Maryland legislature identified the race of the rioters in Baltimore, the Baltimore Sun helpfully explained that his comments amounted to “blatant racism,” “ignorance,” and “a throwback to the 1950s and 1960s” that “brings shame to him, his party and his constituents,” “deserves to be more broadly condemned by his fellow legislators,” and hopefully will get McDonough sanctioned for “disorderly or disrespectful behavior.”

The ever-helpful Sun further reassured its readers that “people are people,” “criminals are criminals,” “one doesn’t have to be of any particular race to break the law,” and therefore “race is simply irrelevant.”

The day after the editorial, ten “juveniles,” who all happened to be black, ambushed, beat and robbed a high school student, who happened to be white. “Moments later,” twenty more black “juveniles” got off an MTA bus and attacked him again. But I digress.

Many “flash” mobs target random white people for brutal beatings, usually accompanied by racial slurs or laughter at the victims. The official press ignores or downplays the, shall we say, racial angle — when it isn’t ignoring the mobs entirely. After all, this is nothing more than a “spontaneous outburst of violence” — wait, no, sorry: that was the official response of the National Socialist government to the Kristallnacht pogrom.

Our focus is on Philadelphia, where on February 16, 2010, a mob of about 150 black teens descended on the Center City commercial area to steal and vandalize, attack bystanders, and fight amongst themselves. It happened again on March 3, with 50 to 100 black teens rioting in Center City; and again on March 20, as reported in almost perfectly race-less fashion by the Philadelphia Daily News.

Business owners yesterday called on Mayor Nutter to stop “flash mobs” on South Street after patrons couldn’t shop, dine or get home on Saturday night because of the hordes of teens roaming the neighborhood. Inspired by Twitter messages to “come to South Street,” police say hundreds — business owners say thousands — of young teens stampeded down South Street in waves, jumping on top of cars, knocking over pedestrians and fighting and cursing.

[…]

Saturday’s was the sixth flash mob to hit the city since last May: three on South Street; two in the Gallery, including one that spread to Macy’s; and one along Market Street East that spread to the area near City Hall. Several store owners and managers documented the stampede with cell phones or store surveillance tape. A pizza shop owner said that some in the mob were chanting, “Black Boys!” and “Burn the city.”

[…]

About 11 p.m. a 27-year-old woman was walking on South near 15th when a large group of male and female juveniles ganged up on her, kicking and punching her until she fell to the ground, where they continued to kick her in the face and head. She was taken to Hahnemann University Hospital, where she was treated for bruises, abrasions and a large laceration on her upper lip. She has since been released. No arrests were made.

And it was such a nice neighborhood, too:

The area [Center City] is one the city has been redeveloping and is now an upscale neighbourhood featuring offices, luxury shopping and luxury condos that sell for up to $7 million. […] There is now a heavy police presence in Center City.

But this isn’t really about the flash mobs of Philly (which haven’t stopped). It’s about Anna Taylor: the 27-year old woman “treated for bruises, abrasions and a large laceration on her upper lip.” That’s not the whole story, though.

A victim of Philadelphia’s March 20 flash mob, Anna Taylor was referred to in media reports only as the 27-year-old woman injured on South Street. Little was known or said about her. That will change Wednesday night, as people gather in a Frenchtown, N.J., restaurant for a benefit for Taylor, an uninsured waitress who faces $7,000 in medical and dental bills after being punched in the face by a youth still being sought by Philadelphia police. Taylor, who is separated and lives in Chalfont with a son, 9, and a daughter, 3, said she has thought a great deal about the punch — ”the shock,” “the blinding pain,” and “the heartbreak that a teenager hit me in the face for no reason.”

No reason at all.

Anna Taylor (image)

The blow that Taylor absorbed was so powerful that she lost a front tooth and its root, and the roots of nearby teeth still may die, her dentist told her. The punch also split her upper lip so severely that much of it was hanging from her face and she was unable to speak, Taylor said. Taylor’s mother, Peggy, a Germantown social worker, said her daughter needed so many stitches inside and outside her mouth at Hahnemann University Hospital after the assault that “we just couldn’t count them.” The mob took over South Street that warm Saturday night, the first of spring, as though popping up from nowhere, witnesses said. It seemed to be following the patterns of three similar mobs that had quickly assembled in Center City on March 3, Feb. 16, and Dec. 18. “They had smiles on their faces as they scared people at random,” Assistant District Attorney Angel Flores said in an interview with The Inquirer a week after the March 20 attacks. “They thought that assaulting others was a form of enjoyment.” Indeed, the young man who hit Taylor was laughing as he punched her and said, “Bam, there’s another one,” according to Taylor. “It was frightening.” Taylor and her boyfriend, John Kemp, 35, had been walking about 10:20 p.m. on 15th Street between Kater and South Streets toward the Tritone bar to hear friends’ bands play there, Kemp said Tuesday night. Kemp, a house painter from Warminster, was hit twice in the head by another young man, but did not suffer a serious injury, he said. “The two of them thought punching us was funny,” Kemp said. “I don’t know what was in their heads to hit two people they didn’t know.”

Fortunately, Anna’s mother has a handle on the real issue.

Peggy Taylor said that her daughter, a size 2 who has lost 15 pounds since the attack, would require several surgeries and need a year to mend. But, she added, “Our biggest concern is what direction Philadelphia’s children are getting. What is the world heading toward? “My daughter will heal. She will repair in every way. But what will happen to these kids?”

I assume they’ll find more white people to terrorize and mutilate for fun.

I’ll add that during a May 2009 Philly flash mob, a 53-year-old white bicyclist, Thomas Fitzgerald, “was set upon by eight young males, beaten, and left unconscious and in the middle of a violent seizure.”

Thomas Fitzgerald (image)

Police did manage to apprehend one of the “young males.” (Report age? Check. Report sex? Check. Report race? THOUGHTCRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY.)

Stephen Lyde, 21, was held for trial on assault, riot, conspiracy, theft, and other charges in what police described as an attack by a “flash mob” convened by teens and young adults through texting and online social messaging sites. Lyde, of West Philadelphia, was the first of three people arrested in what police say was a rampage by more than 100 who blocked traffic, pounded on cars, stole merchandise, and assaulted several people.

[…]

Erin Houdeshell said Lyde was one of five to seven men who stood around Fitzgerald while he had a seizure on the hood of a car. “He said, ‘Yo, look at his head,’” Houdeshell testified, referring to Lyde watching Fitzgerald’s head twitch and bounce on the car’s hood. “He seemed kind of entertained by the situation.”

[…]

Sharon Frohlick testified that she saw a man grab the strap of Fitzgerald’s backpack and yank him from his bike. Frohlick said the assailant threw Fitzgerald on the hood of a parked car and punched him in the face. Seven or eight others joined in, punching and kicking him as he slid to the ground while other spectators cheered. “It looked like out of a movie,” Frohlick added. “It was insane.”

Nope, not a movie. This is real life in 21st century America. This is the modern world.

Stephen Lyde (image)

Fitzgerald never fully recovered.

On May 30, 2009, Fitzgerald, 56, also had the temerity to cross the city on a balmy Saturday night. He’d just gotten off work at the Wistar Institute in West Philly, where he worked as a maintenance mechanic, and was biking home to his South Philly apartment when he was attacked by a flash mob near Broad and Bainbridge streets. He was beaten nearly to death. He suffered a frontal-lobe brain injury, broken facial bones and ribs, contusions and a punctured lung. He was in a coma at Hahnemann for weeks and is still undergoing rehab. Though his seizures have ceased, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever return to work. “I get tired all the time. I can’t focus or make decisions. I can’t find the right words. I can’t explain things. I get confused,” says Fitzgerald. “My neurologist says after two years, your recovery slows down. So where I’m at now might be where I’ll always be. It makes me sad.” Sad is a word Fitzgerald uses often when he ponders life since his brutal beat-down. He is sad that he now spends his mornings sitting at a local Starbucks because he is hungry for a social routine. He is a reserved man — “I guess I’m a loner,” he says — but he used to bike early to work, to mingle pleasantly with co-workers before beginning the day. He’s sad that, instead of handling with aplomb the complicated mechanical systems at Wistar, he now labors over crossword puzzles, hoping his locked-up brain will loosen words that used to tumble freely from his lips. He’s sad that he’s now wary of walking anywhere alone, when he used to be an intrepid traveler — driving cross-country on his own and exploring towns in Europe with solitary ease. He is sad that the small house he was preparing to buy, before the assault, had to be sold to someone else because he was incapable of signing legal documents after his brain injury. Now that he’s on disability, his income has dropped so low, he couldn’t afford the place anyway.

Sounds like the attack was rather extreme in its brutality. But why was Thomas Fitzgerald singled out? Must have been one of those random robberies gone bad.

“He beat me up, stole my credit cards” — Lyde used them to buy clothes online from Nordstrom — “and now he’ll be in prison, doing nothing. What a waste,” he says.

Either that, or Fitzgerald’s bicycle offended the mob somehow.

He can’t imagine the miserable life Lyde must have had, if just the sight of someone biking home on a warm evening was somehow an affront.

Must have been.

The facts of the case:

A housekeeping manager at the tony Jumeirah Essex House hotel tried to rape a gorgeous investment executive as she slept — then viciously stabbed and strangled her when she fought back, police sources told the Daily News on Sunday. Derrick Praileau, 29, slipped into the condo of Andree (Sara) Bejjani and held a 10-inch knife to her throat as she lay in bed Saturday morning, investigators said. The sex-crazed manager pulled Bejjani’s nightgown over her head. When the wealthy exec resisted, Praileau strangled her, slashed her throat, then plunged the giant knife into her neck, cops said. The cold-blooded killer left Bejjani for dead on the floor — with the knife still in her neck — then returned to the room hours later in an attempt to tidy up the murder scene, the sources said.

[…]

Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly said Bejjani did not have a previous relationship with her killer. Cops said he was eying her in the weeks before the slaying.

Andree Bejjani (image)

And it was such a nice neighborhood, too:

The arrest of the hotel worker in the slaying unnerved other residents at the posh high-rise. One mom met Praileau two weeks ago when she and her four children moved into the apartment directly above Bejjani’s. “It’s so creepy knowing that it was someone on the inside who did it and that was a matter of feet away from us,” said the woman, who gave her name as Gina. “A woman lost her life, and her soul, right below us. It’s terrible.” Bejjani had sublet the apartment in the 43-story building — where condos go for $7,000 a month and up — from her sister. The Lebanese-born woman was the founder of Royal Investments LLC, an investment firm based in Dubai, and specialized in advising wealthy Arab investors.

As usual, confusion reigns:

Her friends and colleagues said they were shocked by the brutal nature of her death. Michael Campbell, a partner at Carlton Advisory Services, a property investment company in New York, where Ms Bejjani worked for almost a year before leaving earlier this summer, said the attack “doesn’t make sense.” “I don’t know why anyone would want to do this to her and I know she wouldn’t have done anything to provoke anyone,” he said. “Our business is rough and tough but she was always, always very cordial. She was good at defusing situations and never yelled or raised her voice. It doesn’t make sense.”

Derrick Praileau (image)

For the Andree’s sister, too:

For Nada, learning of the gruesome details of the murder was particularly difficult. “The way she died was so brutal, it was very upsetting to read,” she said. “All the time I think of how scared she was, the look in her eyes when she saw him there and understood what was going on and the pain she went through. I imagine how she reacted. I know how she would have felt, I was the closest person to her.” Sara was buried in New York on September 28. Although Nada could not be present for Praileau’s first court appearance, she hopes to attend the hearing in December. “I want to see him. I don’t know if it will help but I want to ask him why he did this, why? My sister lost her life, I lost my sister, and he lost his life. I do hope to know why he did it.”

The New York Post has a most peculiar take.

A housekeeping manager has admitted to strangling and slashing a well-heeled businesswoman at Manhattan’s tony Essex House while on a booze binge — in what cops believe was a sex attack gone awry, sources said yesterday.

[…]

In his statement to cops, Praileau said he choked and cut her, explaining, “I just lost it” upon entering the room and discovering the sleeping woman.

Bejjani was found with a jump rope around her throat and a 10-inch, serrated bread knife stuck in the back of her neck.

“A sex attack gone awry,” Lawrence Auster remarks.

A rape GONE AWRY. He didn’t intend to kill her. He ONLY intended to rape her. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, if — darn it — she hadn’t resisted being raped by him and things just got out of control and he “lost it” by plunging a 10 inch knife into her neck which he just happened to have with him when he began his attempt to rape her.

What is a violent stranger crime “gone wrong,” anyway?

At VFR we’ve discussed many times the insidious nihilism of police chiefs and journalists who describe a murder as “a burglary gone wrong,” or “an armed robbery gone wrong,” or even, in the case of the kidnapping, sexual torture, and murder of Channon Christian and Christopher Newsom in Knoxville in January 2007, a “carjacking gone wrong.” We’ve also noted how journalists and police particularly favor this usage in the case of black-on-white murders. Calling a murder “a robbery gone wrong” is nihilistic, because it implies that there’s nothing wrong with robbery, that it’s an ok thing to do, or at least not such a bad thing to do. But, the implied message continues, somehow this innocent or not-so-bad activity of robbery got unintentionally out of control and turned into a more serious act, which, it is implied, also was unintentional.

[…]

The denial of intentionality helps soothe white racial fears. If a murder “just happened,” or, to use the accepted formula, if it was a “random act” (and virtually all black on white rapes and murders are called “random acts”), then it was unintentional, and if it was unintentional, then blacks don’t really intend to rape and kill whites and whites don’t need to fear them. A rape or murder has no more moral significance or predictability than a stroke of lightning.

Praileau will be 54 when he is released from prison.

On a Thursday afternoon in January 2013, 29-year-old Kerri Dalton was stabbed nearly two dozen times from behind in a “random attack” while shopping with her five-month-old daughter at the Middletown, New Jersey Bed Bath & Beyond store. Amateur cat-torturer Tyrik Haynes “is accused of repeatedly plunging a knife into Dalton around 4 p.m., puncturing both her lungs in an apparent random attack.”

Yup, totally random. No reason at all.

Kerri Dalton: randomly and publicly stabbed over twenty times (image)

… by Tyrik Haynes (image)

Really, though, how random was this “random attack”? The Carlyle Club investigates.

On a Wednesday morning in March 2013, 16-year-old Christina Edkins was slaughtered on a bus by a 22-year-old imported Swazi in what police also called a “random attack.”

Christina Edkins, 16, who had tweeted of fears about men following her on public transport, was in her uniform on the top deck of the bus in Birmingham city centre when she was stabbed in the neck by a man, witnesses said. The rush-hour attack took place in front of horrified passengers, who are thought to have included other schoolchildren.

Christina Edkins: randomly and publicly stabbed to death (image)

… by this man (image)

On a Thursday night in May 2012, 29-year-old Martha Jones was “randomly” stabbed inside a Dallas, Texas Target store.

Police say Antowann Davis, 30, walked into the Target on Marsh Lane around 9:15 p.m. Thursday and took a butcher knife out of its packaging in the kitchen department. Martha Jones, 29, said she was browsing inside the store when Davis walked past her and shoved the knife into her lower back. “I felt something behind me,” said Jones, a Dallas-based lawyer, from her bed at Parkland Memorial Hospital. “He stabbed me in the back and kept walking.”

[…]

She said Davis never spoke to her, or even tried to grab her purse. She said she had never seen him before.

Martha Jones: randomly and publicly stabbed (image)

… by Antowann Davis (image)

On a Monday morning in May 2012, 38-year-old Shannon Kathleen Collins was “savagely” murdered by Charles Anthony Edwards III in what police called a “senseless, unprovoked and random” stabbing — and no one knows why.

“She didn’t know him and was not involved with him in any way,” Santa Cruz Deputy Police Chief Steve Clark said. “It was just the misfortune of fate that she crossed paths with him.”

[…]

Kathryn Cunningham, who works at Dell Williams Jewelers, said the downtown business community was stunned to hear the news of Collins’ violent death. “It’s really sad, and I think the randomness is what is so scary,” Cunningham said.

[…]

Clark, the deputy police chief, said police and residents of the Lower Ocean neighborhood have worked for years to rid the area of its crime problems. “Although (Monday’s) events were unfortunate, we know that it was an isolated incident,” Clark said. “There is no residual danger.” Clark said a mental health outreach worker employed by the city routinely tries to identify transients who may need mental health services. “This kind of attack was not something that anyone could protect themselves against,” he said. “There was no rhyme or reason to it. “We always ask neighbors to report suspicious activity no matter what neighborhood they live in.”

Shannon Collins: randomly and publicly stabbed to death (image)

… by Charles Anthony Edwards III (image)

One November weekend in 2008, 24-year-old Aysha Dawn Ring was fatally stabbed in the neck while waiting at the cash register of a liquor store in Catonsville, Maryland.

Witnesses told investigators a 24-year-old woman, identified as Aysha Dawn Ring of southeast Baltimore, was waiting at the cash register to make a purchase when someone came up behind her and grabbed her before cutting her in the neck. Ring was taken to Shock Trauma, where she was pronounced dead. “There was no struggle,” said police spokesman Bill Toohey. “He came up, cut her, then left. She had no opportunity to struggle.” Police said when Ring went into the store, she had passed three men who had been playing Keno but had gone outside for a cigarette. One of the men came back in and killed her, officials said. The suspect is described as a black male, 20 to 30 years old and is 6 feet 1 inch tall. He weighs about 230 pounds, police said.

[…]

Police estimated that as many as 15 people were in the store at the time of the incident.

Aysha Ring: randomly singled out and publicly stabbed to death (image)

… by David Briggs (CBS)

Did Briggs select this young woman at random? The court thought so.

Less than a year ago, a beautiful and wonderful citizen by all accounts, Aysha Ring, was viciously murdered by David Briggs — stabbed to death while standing in line at a convenience store. The perpetrator has been found not criminally responsible and is committed to the Clifton T. Perkins Hospital Center in Jessup. He will serve no jail time and will be re-evaluated in a year for possible release, although prosecutor S. Ann Brobst told this writer that her office will ensure that does not occur. According to the Maryland Annotated Code, a defendant may be found “not criminally responsible” if, due to a mental disorder, a preponderance of the evidence indicates that he or she cannot “appreciate the criminality” of his or her conduct or “conform [his or her] conduct to the requirements of the law.” In other words, a defendant would not be criminally responsible if the accused didn’t know what was done was wrong or if it appeared beyond his or her control.

Sounds pretty random to me! However:

Neither appears to be the case in the killing of Ms. Ring. Did the killer appreciate the criminality of what he did? Indisputably. He immediately fled the crime scene, got rid of his weapon and got rid of his clothes. Did he have control over what he did? Again, it would seem hard to dispute. He singled out the only white woman in the store, and in conversations with investigators, Mr. Briggs indicated that he may have been motivated by that fact.

The only white woman — out of “as many as 15 people.”

Specifically regarding the factor of race, Mr. Ring wrote in that statement, “Had the ethnic roles been reversed, the public and political outcry would have been overwhelming, assuring a vastly different judgment for the killer.” There was little local coverage of the outcome of this atrocity, save, to my knowledge, for a mention by The Baltimore Sun and a segment on WJZ Television, put together by reporter Jessica Kartalija. The lack of media attention and public outrage leaves people like the Rev. John Swope, a co-worker of Ms. Ring, incredulous. It was, Father Swope observes, “not the type of justice we expected.”

Perhaps you should adjust your expectations.

“Lily Burk and Charles Samuel walked in separate worlds,” according to Richard Winton, Ari B. Bloomekatz and Joel Rubin of the Los Angeles Times.

Burk was a bright, bookish 17-year-old, whose future was ahead of her. After a summer in which she was to appear on stage as the lead in a play and volunteer at a skid row needle exchange program, she was to have started her final year of high school. Samuel, 50, had been in and out of prisons for decades. He was a transient with a long record of criminal activities and drug abuse. Friday, on a hot, bright afternoon, chance brought the two together on a quiet, tree-lined street.

Then Charles Samuel abducted the teenage girl, smashed her head in, slashed her neck, and dumped her corpse in a parking lot. All by chance.

Police suspect a “botched robbery.” Is that anything like a rape gone awry?

Lily Burk (image)

And it was such a nice neighborhood, too — well, not really, but you know what I mean:

The alleged abduction and killing of a teenage girl, rare for its apparent randomness even in a metropolis like Los Angeles, jolted the city over the weekend, leaving parents to second-guess when they can ever fully trust that their children are safe.

You know, children might be safer if people were more aware of a certain trend:

In broad daylight, a large, bald [black] man in a patterned shirt walks into an ATM kiosk in downtown Los Angeles with one arm tightly wrapped around a petite, teenage [white] girl, barefoot and in a sundress. When they emerge about two minutes later, the man appears to be grabbing her right arm and left wrist.

[…]

A security director at the law school testified that he had noticed Samuel peering over a gate, then slipping onto the school’s grounds. But when he saw the man leave the school’s premises after getting a light, possibly for a cigarette, he stopped watching the man, thinking he was no longer of concern. The surveillance images from the downtown bank showed other ATM users and pedestrians walking past Samuel and Burk, but paying little attention to the pair.

Paying attention is racist. An hour later, Lily Burk was dead.

Charles Samuel (image)

Charles Samuel was in town “to complete a court-ordered program as a condition of his parole from an earlier conviction for theft.”

“He has a colorful criminal history,” LAPD Lt. Al Pasos said.

We can be a little more precise:

In 1986, he was accused of kidnapping an elderly man in San Bernardino and driving the man’s car to an ATM, where he demanded that the victim withdraw cash. Samuel allegedly beat the victim when no money appeared. Samuel pleaded guilty to robbery, residential burglary and car theft. He was sentenced to six years in prison.

It’s almost exactly the same crime, 23 years earlier: the kidnapping, the carjacking, the ATM, couldn’t get the money, then attacked the victim. First an old man, then a little girl: “apparent randomness”?

So that’s two strikes right there: robbery and residential burglary.

Under the 1994 three-strikes law, prosecutors are allowed to charge any felony, however minor, as a third strike if a defendant has been convicted of two crimes considered violent or serious.

Samuel was later convicted of second-degree burglary, his third-strike felony, followed by petty theft with a prior, his fourth-strike felony. Unfortunately, “his rap sheet did not say that the 1986 case involved a residential burglary.” Only residential burglaries count as strikes, you see.

He was also convicted of misdemeanor battery for entering a man’s home, punching him “two or three times in the face,” and stealing his phone and keys, which you might think would qualify as a felony — say, residential burglary?

In her probation report, Deputy Probation Officer Paula Golden listed Samuel’s lengthy rap sheet and described his alleged break-in and attack on [James] Alger as an “extremely serious offense.” Samuel, she wrote, “is lucky that there were not more serious charges brought against him for his criminal behavior.”

Yes, in the end, “a combination of clerical errors, decisions by criminal justice officials and luck helped Samuel avoid a lengthy prison term that might otherwise have placed him behind bars on the day Burk was killed.” So I guess it really was a random unavoidable chance encounter after all.

The following is not the most explicit account of the events of December 14–15, 2000 in Wichita, Kansas. For that, I refer you to the Crime Library.

From Stephen Webster’s ‘The Wichita Massacre’ (American Renaissance):

On September 9, Reginald Carr and his brother Jonathan go on trial for what has become known as the Wichita Massacre. The two black men are accused of a weeklong crime spree that culminated in the quadruple homicide of four young whites in a snowy soccer field in Wichita, Kansas. In all, the Carr brothers robbed, raped or murdered seven people. They face 58 counts each, ranging from first-degree murder, rape, and robbery to animal cruelty. Prosecutors will seek the death penalty. The only survivor of the massacre is a woman whose identity has been protected, and who is known as H.G. In statements to police and in testimony at an April 2001 preliminary hearing, the 25-year-old school teacher offered horrible details of what happened on the night of Dec. 14, 2000. That evening, a Thursday, H.G. went to spend the night at the home of her boyfriend, Jason Befort. Mr. Befort, 26, a science teacher and coach at Augusta High School, lived in a triplex condo with two college friends: Bradley Heyka, 27, a financial analyst, and Aaron Sander, 29, who had recently decided to study for the priesthood.

Clockwise from top left: Jason, Heather, Aaron, Brad

When H.G. arrived with her pet schnauzer Nikki around 8:30 p.m., her boyfriend Mr. Befort was not there, but the two roommates were. A short time later, Mr. Sander’s former girlfriend, Heather Muller, a 25-year-old graduate student at Wichita State University who worked as a church preschool teacher, joined them. At about 9 p.m., H.G. went to her boyfriend’s ground-floor bedroom to grade papers and watch television. Mr. Befort came home from coaching a basketball practice around 9:15, and at 10:00, H.G. decided to go to bed. Before joining H.G in bed, Mr. Befort made sure all the lights in the house were turned off and all the doors were locked. Mr. Sander was sleeping on a couch in the living room while his former girlfriend slept in the second ground-floor bedroom. Mr. Heyka slept in a room in the basement. Shortly after 11 p.m., the porch light came back on, to the surprise of Mr. Befort, who was still awake. H.G. says that seconds later she heard voices, then shouting. Her boyfriend cried out in surprise as someone forced open the door to the bedroom. H.G saw “a tall black male standing in the doorway.” She didn’t know how the man got into the house, and police investigators have not said how they think the Carrs got in. She says the man, whom she later identified as Jonathan Carr, ripped the covers off the bed. Soon, another black man brought Aaron Sander in from the living room at gunpoint and threw him onto the bed. H.G. saw that both men were armed. She said they wanted to know who else was in house, and the terrified whites told them about Mr. Heyka in the basement and Miss Muller in the other ground-floor bedroom. The intruders brought them into Mr. Befort’s bedroom.

Jonathan and Reginald Carr

“We were told to take off all of our clothes,” says H.G. in her testimony. “They asked if we had any money. We said: ‘Take our money… Take whatever you want.’ We didn’t have any (money).” The Carrs, however, were not at that point interested in money. They made the victims get into a bedroom closet, and for the next hour brought them out to a hall by a wet bar, singly or in pairs for sex. In the closet — perhaps 12 feet away from the wet-bar area — the victims were under orders not to talk. H.G. says that when the Carrs heard whispering they would wave their guns and shout “Shut the fuck up.” The Carrs first brought out the two women, H.G and Heather Muller, and made them have oral sex and penetrate each other digitally. They then forced Mr. Heyka to have intercourse with H.G. Then they made Mr. Befort have intercourse with H.G, but ordered him to stop when they realized he was her boyfriend. Next, they ordered Mr. Sander to have intercourse with H.G. When the divinity student refused, they hit him on the back of the head with a pistol butt. They sent H.G. back to the bedroom closet and brought out Miss Muller, Mr. Sander’s old girlfriend. H.G. testified she could hear what was going on out by the wet bar, and when Mr. Sander was unable to get an erection one of the Carrs beat him with a golf club. Then, she says, the Carr brothers “told [Aaron] that he had until 11:54 to get hard and they counted down from 11:52 to 11:53 to 11:54.” The deadline appears to have brought no further punishment, and Mr. Sanders was returned to the closet. The Carrs then forced Mr. Befort to have intercourse with Heather Muller, and then ordered Mr. Heyka to have sex with her. H.G. says she could hear Miss Muller moaning with pain. The Carrs asked if the victims had ATM cards. Reginald Carr then took the victims one at a time to ATM machines in Mr. Befort’s pickup truck, starting with Mr. Heyka. While Reginald Carr was away with Mr. Heyka, Jonathan Carr brought H.G. out of the closet to the wet bar, raped her, and sent her back to the closet. Reginald Carr returned with Mr. Heyka, and ordered Mr. Befort to go with him. Mr. Heyka was put back in the closet but said nothing about his trip to the ATM machine. Mr. Sander asked Mr. Heyka if they should try to resist, assuming they would be killed anyway, but Mr. Heyka did not reply. While Reginald Carr was away with Mr. Befort at the cash machine, Jonathan Carr ordered Heather Muller out of the closet and raped her. When Reginald Carr returned with Mr. Befort, H.G. volunteered to go next. Mr. Carr let her put on a sweater, but nothing else, and said he liked seeing her with no underwear. He ordered her to drive the truck to a bank, and told her not to look at him as he crouched in the back seat. “I asked him if he was going to hurt us and he said, ‘No,’” she says. “I said, ‘Do you promise you’re not going to kill us?’ and he said, ‘Yes.’” H.G. got money from the cash machine and adds, “On the way back, he said he wished we could’ve met under different circumstances. He said I was cute, and we probably would’ve hit it off.” When the two got back to the house, Reginald Carr raped H.G. and ejaculated in her mouth. Jonathan Carr raped Miss Muller again, and then he raped H.G. one more time. Afterwards, the intruders ransacked the house looking for money. They found a coffee can containing an engagement ring Jason Befort had bought for his girlfriend. “That’s for you,” he told H.G., “I was going to ask you to marry me.” That is how H.G. learned her boyfriend planned to propose to her the following Friday, Dec. 22. At one point, says H.G., Reginald Carr “said something that scared me. He said ‘Relax. I’m not going to kill you yet.’” The Carrs led the victims outside into the freezing night. At midnight it had been 17.6 degrees, and there was snow on the ground. The Carrs let the women wear a sweater or sweatshirt, but they were barefoot, and naked from the waist down. The men were marched into the snow completely naked. The Carrs tried to force all the victims into the trunk of Aaron Sander’s Honda Accord, but realized five people would not fit, and made only the men get into the trunk. Reginald Carr ordered H.G. to join him in Mr. Befort’s truck, and Jonathan Carr drove the Accord with the three men in the trunk and Miss Muller inside. As Mr. Carr drove her off, H.G. noted the time: It was 2:07 a.m., three hours since the ordeal began. After a short drive, both vehicles stopped in an empty field. Reginald Carr ordered H.G. to go sit with Miss Muller in Mr. Sander’s car. A moment later, she saw the men line up in front of the Honda. In her testimony H.G. said, “I turned to Heather and said, ‘They’re going to shoot us.’” The Carr brothers ordered H.G. and Miss Muller out of the car. Miss Muller stood next to Mr. Sander, her former boyfriend, while H.G. stood beside her boyfriend, Mr. Befort. The Carrs ordered them to turn away and kneel in the snow. “As I was kneeling, a gun shot went off,” says H.G. “[Then] I heard Aaron [Sander]… I could distinguish Aaron’s voice. He said, ‘Please, no sir, please.’ The gun went off.” H.G. heard three shots before she was hit: “I felt the bullet hit the back of my head. It went kind of gray with white like stars. I wasn’t knocked unconscious. I didn’t fall forward. Then someone kicked me, and I had fallen forward. I was playing dead. I didn’t move. I didn’t want them to shoot me again.” As H.G. lay in the snow, the Carrs drove off in Jason Befort’s pickup, running over the victims as they left. H.G. says she felt the truck hit her body, too. “I waited until I couldn’t hear any more,” she says. “Then I turned my head and saw lights going. I looked at everyone. Everyone was face down. Jason [Befort] was next to me. I rolled him over. There was blood squirting everywhere, so I took my sweater off and tied it around his head to try and stop it. He had blood coming out of his eyes.” In the distance, H.G. saw Christmas lights. Barefoot and naked, with a bullet wound in the head, she managed to walk more than a mile in the freezing cold, through snow, across a field and construction site, around a pond, and through the brush, until she reached the house with the lights. She pounded frantically on the door and rang the doorbell until the young married couple who lived there woke up. “Help me, help me, help me,” she pleaded. “We’ve all been shot. Three of my friends are dead.” (At the time, H.G. thought her boyfriend was still alive.) The couple wrapped H.G. in blankets, and reached for the phone to dial 911, but she would not let them call. She was afraid she would die, and wanted to tell what had happened. She described the attackers and what they did, as the couple listened in amazement at her courage and determination. Only when she was sure they knew her story did she let them call the police. Still thinking she would die, she asked them to call her mother — ”Tell her I love her” — and her boyfriend’s parents. She was worried about the children she teaches, and kept wondering “Who’s going to take care of the kids in school?” When the police arrived they questioned H.G. briefly before paramedics took her to the hospital. From her description of Mr. Befort’s truck, they were able to get the license plate number from the vehicle’s registration records, and put out an alert. As dawn broke, radio and television stations were broadcasting the plate number. H.G. did not know that after the Carrs shot her friends they drove back to the triplex and loaded Mr. Befort’s truck with everything of value they could find. They also committed their final killing. The police found H.G.’s pet schnauzer Nikki lying in a pool of blood on a bed, probably shot.

(The Carr brothers actually “beat and stabbed” the dog to death. Let me take this opportunity to remind you that a white woman was recently discovered to have said “nigger” thirty years ago, so we should probably be talking about that major important crisis in race relations instead!)

By 7:30 a.m., police had a report that the missing truck was outside a downtown apartment building, and that a black man had been carrying a television set up to one of the apartments. The police moved in to seal off the area. Two officers knocked on the door of the apartment, and after several minutes a white woman named Stephanie Donly opened the door. She was Reginald Carr’s girlfriend, and shared her apartment with him. Police caught Mr. Carr as he tried to slip out a window. The police learned from Miss Donly that Reginald’s brother Jonathan was driving a late model Plymouth Fury. Shortly after 12:00 p.m. they found the car parked outside a house in a black part of town. Jonathan Carr was there with his girlfriend of a few days, Tronda Green. He bolted when he saw the police, but was caught after a short chase. Fewer than 12 hours after the murders, Reginald and Jonathan Carr were both in custody. That night’s quadruple murder was only the most gruesome of a series of Carr brother attacks. Late on the night of Dec. 7, 2000 — just one week earlier — Andrew Schreiber, a 23-year-old white man, stopped at a Kum and Go convenience store in East Wichita. Reginald and Jonathan Carr forced themselves into his car at gunpoint and made Mr. Schreiber drive to various ATM machines and withdraw money. “I was just hoping if I did what they said, they’d let me live,” he says. The two split up, and one followed in another car as they made him drive to a field northeast of town. There they pistol-whipped him, dumped him out of the car, and fled in the other vehicle after shooting out Mr. Schreiber’s tires. Four days later, the Carrs tried to hijack 55-year-old Linda Walenta’s SUV while she sat in it in the driveway of her suburban East Wichita home. The Carrs were looking for an SUV in which to drive people at gunpoint to ATMs. They thought they could keep their victims out of sight in a large vehicle as they drove through town. One of the brothers approached Mrs. Walenta, apparently asking for help of some kind. She was suspicious because she thought a car had been following her, and rolled her window down just a little to hear what he was saying. He stuck a gun sideways into the opening, and shot her several times as she tried to drive away. Mrs. Walenta, a cellist in the Wichita Symphony Orchestra, survived the shooting but was paralyzed from the waist down. She was able to help police in their investigation, but died of her wounds three weeks later, on January 2, 2001.

[…]

Linda Walenta

In 1995, Reginald Carr was sentenced to 13 months in prison for theft. He was also ordered to serve six months each for aggravated assault and subverting the legal process. In 1996, he was sentenced to 28 months on a drug charge. He was paroled on March 28, 2000, but that November was booked for drunk driving. A few days later he was back before a judge, charged with forgery and parole violation. Police mistakenly let him out six months early on Dec. 5, 2000, just two days before he robbed and beat Andrew Schreiber, and started his week of crime. Had police followed correct procedures Jason Befort, Bradley Heyka, Aaron Sander, Heather Muller and Ann Walenta would probably still be alive.

[…]

Although the perpetrators are black and all their victims white, the Wichita police have dismissed race as a motive. Prosecutor Foulston says the Carr brothers chose their victims at random, not because they were white, and that the motive was robbery. “It reasonably appears that these were isolated incidents where individuals … were chosen at random … a random act of violence,” she says. “The fact that the defendants and victims happen to be of different races has no bearing. Let’s just look at the underlying crimes.” The Wichita media consistently downplayed the racial angle.

[…]

Louis Calabro of the European American Issues Forum (EAIF) and a former San Francisco police lieutenant, has written to Mrs. Foulston describing the FBI’s guidelines for suspecting a hate crime when perpetrator and victim are of different races. Among them are excessive violence, a pattern of similar attacks, and the cold-bloodedness of an execution-style killing. Combined with the torture of forcing people naked into a freezing night, and the degradation the Carrs put their victims through, there is ample reason at least to suspect a racial motivation. Of one thing we can be certain: If whites had done something this horrible to blacks, it would be universally assumed the crime was motivated by racial hatred. From the outset, police and prosecutors would have investigated the friends, habits, reading matter, and life history of each defendant. If either had ever uttered the word “nigger,” had a drink with a Klansman, or owned a copy of American Renaissance, this would be discovered and brandished as proof of racial hatred. In the Carr case, there appears to have been no investigation at all. Instead of searching for possible racial animus, the authorities have simply declared there was none.

[…]

Once again, we can be certain that if the racial cast of characters were reversed, there would be no attempt to close the court, and the media coverage — virtually absent in this case — would be deafening. A white-on-black crime of this kind would be front-page news for days, and would probably prompt official condemnation from the President and Attorney General on down. As we know from the reaction to the murder of James Byrd, dragged to death behind a truck, a crime of this sort committed by whites against blacks would put the nation into an official state of near hysteria.

[…]

When blacks commit outrages against whites, media executives not only downplay black misbehavior but believe they must protect whites from “negative stereotypes” about blacks. If they must report such crimes, they are likely to link them to editorials calling for tolerance, and pointing out that the criminals were individuals, not a race. When whites commit outrages against blacks there are no such cautions; white society at large is to blame. The Carr brothers’ crimes were treated to a virtual media blackout. The Chicago Tribune and the Washington Times appear to be the only major non-Kansas dailies ever to mention the story. Their articles briefly described the facts of the case, and then focused on Internet discussions among whites who thought the Carr brothers were hate criminals. The Associated Press ran stories on the crimes, but they do not appear to have been picked up outside of Kansas. Within the state, the media dutifully promoted Mrs. Foulston’s categorization of the crimes as “random.” The networks, of course, were silent. Were it not for the Internet, the Wichita story would have disappeared. It was only in chat-rooms and on web pages that the crimes had a national audience.

Richard Poe (FrontPageMag) makes the same observation:

Unfortunately, the general public usually does not find out about crimes such as the Wichita Horror. They are reported only in local papers, and often with the most horrifying details edited out. When it first occurred, only the Wichita Eagle paid attention to the alleged crimes of the Carr brothers. Our webzine, FrontPageMagazine.com discovered the story about a month later and published it on the Internet, whereupon it rapidly became a cause celebre — but only on the Internet and in conservative papers such as The Washington Times. You will not see Tom Brokaw, Dan Rather or Peter Jennings talking about this crime.

You will see some better men doing it. These men are generally referred to as “racists” for that reason. Now shut up and celebrate diversity.

The following is not the most explicit account of the events of December 6–7, 2007 in Knoxville, Tennessee. For that, I refer you to the archives of Nicholas Stix.

From Stix’s ‘The Knoxville Horror’ (American Renaissance):

On Saturday, January 6, 2007 Channon Christian, 21, and Christopher Newsom, 23, of Knoxville, Tennessee, went on a date from which they would never return. Outside the home of another couple they were visiting, they were carjacked and kidnapped. Over the next 24 hours they were beaten, gang-raped, tortured and murdered. There can be little doubt that if Channon Christian and Christopher Newsom had been black and their killers white, everyone in America would know their names. Because they were white and their killers are black, their fate has been shrouded in a thick silence that has given rise to a host of lurid rumors. Their story highlights the strange and twisted nature of race relations in America, which makes it nearly impossible for the authorities or the media to deal honestly with events that violate official assumptions about race. It also represents both a strength and weakness of the Internet: Mischief-makers of various political persuasions spread falsehoods rather than correct them, but they built up a demand for facts that became so great the authorities eventually had to come clean. The men who kidnapped and killed Channon Christian and Christopher Newsom have not yet gone to trial, so they are theoretically innocent. This account — as accurate as possible under what sometimes amounted to a news blackout — is based on documents filed in federal and state courts, and on sometimes vague and contradictory press reports.

Channon Christian and Christopher Newsom (image)

Sometime after midnight, Miss Christian and Mr. Newsom were in the parking lot of Knoxville’s Washington Ridge apartment complex, where they were visiting friends. Letalvis Cobbins, 24, along with his brother Lemaricus Davidson, 25, and George Thomas, 24, kidnapped them at gunpoint, and carjacked Miss Christian’s 2005 Toyota 4-Runner. Mr. Davidson had already been convicted of carjacking and aggravated robbery in Tennessee in 2001, but despite conviction for a death penalty-eligible offense and a bad record as an inmate, had served no more than five years in West Tennessee State Penitentiary. Recently released, he had been a member of the Black Gangster Disciples at least since prison. The three men tied up their captives and took them in the 4-Runner to a rundown rental house at 2316 Chipman Street in black East Knoxville, where Mr. Cobbins and Mr. Davidson lived. Mr. Cobbins’s 18-year-old girlfriend, Vanessa Coleman, met them there. All four, including Miss Coleman, then engaged in an orgy of rape and violence. They anally gang-raped Mr. Newsom, and orally, anally, and vaginally gang-raped Channon Christian. They brutally beat both victims and poured cleaning fluid down Miss Christian’s throat. They killed Mr. Newsom, leaving him with “multiple gunshot wounds,” and set his corpse on fire. Knoxville police refuse to say how Miss Christian was murdered, but an assistant U.S. attorney suggests she may have been “choked.” On January 8, the day after the carjacking-gang-rape-murder, Lemaricus Davidson robbed an employee of a Knoxville Pizza Hut at gunpoint, and tried to rob a customer. Likewise on January 8, Miss Christian’s father, Gary, found her Toyota 4-Runner abandoned near railroad tracks, not far from where a railroad employee found Mr. Newsom’s desecrated corpse that same day. There was a fingerprint from Lemaricus Davidson inside the vehicle, which led to a search of his apartment on January 10. There police found Miss Christian’s corpse in a garbage can in the kitchen. A fourth man, Eric Boyd, has been charged as an accessory in the carjacking case for having helped Mr. Davidson try to escape justice, but not in the rapes and murders.

George Thomas, Letalvis Cobbins, and Lemaricus Davidson

Knoxville authorities have promoted the view that the rapists poured cleaning fluid down Miss Christian’s throat to destroy DNA evidence. They and the media have also insisted that the torture/murders were “a crime of opportunity,” a carjacking that somehow got out of hand, and that the criminals had no racial motivation. This picture appears to be wrong on all counts, and is an insult to the public’s intelligence. The defendants are charged with premeditated murder and, according to court documents, had already decided to kill Miss Christian before they made her swallow cleaning fluid. They also did not bother to “clean” her vagina and anus, which were stuffed with DNA evidence. The carjacking-gone-wrong theory is not plausible either. Carjacking is armed robbery of a vehicle, in order to possess or sell it, but these assailants had no interest in the 4-Runner. They dumped it after only a few hours. Nor was there any reason for things to “go wrong;” the victims cooperated, and Lemaricus Davidson was an experienced carjacker. While carjackers sometimes rape their victims, anal gang-rape is very rare, especially of male victims. On the other hand, black jail and prison inmates often target white prisoners for anal gang-rape as a method of racial terrorism (see “Hard Time,” AR, April 2002). And while carjackers sometimes murder their victims, it is hard to imagine black carjackers treating black victims in such a loathsome manner. Finally, a “hate crime” is one committed “wholly or in part” for reasons of racial animus, and use of racial epithets is considered strong evidence of racial animus. Do the authorities expect us to believe that these black killers raped, tortured, and murdered white victims, without ever using racially insulting language? This reporter believes the carjacking was just a way to kidnap, gang-rape, torture and murder whites, and that the killers used the cleaning fluid for the sole purpose of further torturing Miss Christian.

[…]

The refusal by police to release the autopsy reports has left even the mainstream media dueling over how Miss Christian died and what was done to her corpse. The Knoxville News Sentinel claimed Lemaricus Davidson strangled her but left her corpse intact. ABC’s and CBS’s Knoxville affiliates reported she was dismembered, though neither was clear whether this was how she was killed or whether her corpse was cut apart after she was murdered. CNN claimed Miss Christian “asphyxiated” after she was forced into an airtight garbage can.

[…]

Meanwhile, in this deliberate void of information, a different kind of rumor has grown up, notably at the black, anti-white web site, “Svengalimedia.” This site celebrates black-on-white murders, and sponsors an annual “Sexiest & Hardest Ghetto, Black, Male, Felon Bragging Rights Competition” for the most gruesome black-on-white murder. Lemaricus Davidson is this year’s front-runner. Svengalimedia’s contributors have praised Miss Christian’s rape: “Privileged whites deserve to feel and know our experiences and values firsthand and not just from word of mouth or by books and movies. Their families need and deserve to have terrible memories & experiences with blacks.” Other contributors have proposed novel theories about the crime. One is that Channon Christian had driven into a black neighborhood “to buy drugs.” Another, which has piggybacked on the sexual mutilation rumors, claims that Miss Christian staged the carjacking and cut off her own breasts. According to this fantasy, Miss Christian wanted to die from black sexual torture, and arranged everything herself. Svengalimedia contributor Waldorf Carathers even hinted at the existence of a “death by sexual torture sex video directed by Channon Christian,” noting that cell phones had been found at the Chipman Street house, and might have been used to record the killing. Many Knoxville blacks take the view — promoted by Svengalimedia — that the two whites were hijacked when they cruised into a black neighborhood to buy drugs. Some have claimed that the Svengalimedia site is a hoax; in any case, it appears to have shut down recently. However, fantasies as obscene as those it promotes are found in the “respectable” black mainstream. Last November, in the federal carjacking and weapons trial of Dedrick Griham, defense lawyer Emory Anthony, Jr. argued that the victim, a white Birmingham lawyer, had “staged” the carjacking and was a willing participant in her own rape and sodomy. The black defendant claimed that the white victim had gotten in touch with him through a completely imaginary prostitute named “Puddin” or “Pumpkin,” who offered him money to fulfill the white woman’s feverish fantasies. The jury didn’t buy this story, and convicted Mr. Griham, who had 13 previous felony convictions, on all counts. The judge sentenced him to life plus 84 months. Likewise, it is not uncommon for blacks to be indifferent to, and even show “Svengalian” satisfaction in the face of cruelties done to whites.

Evidence follows, but we begin to digress from the main point:

In mid-May, the weight of Internet speculation about the crimes (in addition to a comprehensive report on the AR web site that appeared on May 14) seems to have forced the Knoxville police and the national media to change course. On May 18, the Knox County DA’s office finally broke silence to announce that the rumors of sexual mutilation were “absolutely not true.” There was also a smattering of national coverage when it was reported that the defendants would each be tried separately, beginning in the spring of 2008. One thing that did not change was the cheerful insistence that the crime had no racial motive, that it had not been downplayed by the media, and that even if the races were reversed the media would not have paid attention. Something else that did not change was the shortage of facts; many important details are still obscure (although Fox News explained that the fuzzy reporting was deliberate because what happened was “too gruesome” to report). The clear purpose has been to dismiss any outraged whites as “white supremacists” and “racists.” The national media found plenty of “experts” to support the party line. The “reader representative” of the Cleveland Plain Dealer, Ted Diadiun, said the crime was no worse than thousands of others committed every year. He suggested that angry whites are guilty of racism, while the killers clearly are not. Kelly McBride, “ethics group leader” at the Poynter Institute for Journalism, explained that there could have been no racial motive because “you have to have specific evidence, such as some sort of racial epithet.” Ted Gest, who is president of a national organization of journalists who cover crime, said that although crime that crosses racial lines tends to get more attention, “I can’t say that this one would have had any more coverage if five whites had been accused of doing these things to two blacks, absent a blatant racial motive.” Newsday reporter Ellis Henican suggested on Fox News that anyone who thinks there is any kind of anti-white newsroom racial bias is delusional. “Why do you want to force the racial angle?” he wanted to know. Only a few commentators saw through this foolishness. As retired conservative columnist John Leo pointed out: “[T]he newsroom culture tends to view black-on-white crimes as responses to black oppression, and therefore not worth reporting. Whereas similar white-on-black crime is oppression itself, and thus crucially important to put before readers and viewers.” Perhaps the lowest blow was AP reporter Duncan Mansfield’s suggestion that Miss Christian’s father was not taking bereavement in the proper spirit: “Christian’s father, Gary Christian, wore a Confederate flag T-shirt — a symbol of the Old South where slavery was rifre [sic] — to the first hearing for one of the defendants and then pointed at the man as if firing a gun.”

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There are still many journalists and government officials who promote the pious and pathetic myth that only whites can commit “racist” crimes, and who will continue to suppress inconvenient facts. As more and more whites wake up to racial reality, however, it will become much more difficult to trample on the public’s right to know.

During the trial of Lemaricus Davidson, the defense asked for a mistrial “after a young female lawyer on the prosecution team fainted in court at the sight of a picture of the genital wounds inflicted by the victims’ tormentors — which the defense had unsuccessfully sought to have suppressed.” He would eventually be sentenced to death.

Black journalist Leonard Pitts Jr., recipient of the affirmative-action Pulitzer Prize, offers his own nuanced opinion on the Knoxville murders (see above) in a charming piece entitled ‘The loonies of Knoxville’ (Seattle Times, 2007):

It always amazes me when white people put on the victim hat. As in victim of racial oppression. By any measure — health, education, economics, employment — white Americans enjoy a superior standard of living. If that’s racial oppression, sign me up. But still, one occasionally hears mewling noises… lunatic fringe… white supremacists… “oppressed” white person… crackpots, incendiaries and flat-out racists… I have four words for them and any other white Americans who feel themselves similarly victimized. Cry me a river.

In other words, as long as white people, unlike his people, continue to eat healthy, behave in school, get a job, and save up money, Leonard Pitts Jr. has decreed that, for statistical reasons, his people can do anything to them, including assault, robbery, kidnapping, torture, rape, and murder, for any reason, particularly intense racial hatred, and it simply doesn’t count.

Welcome to post-racial paradise. Enjoy the vibrant diversity.

Now, I could go on (and on, and on, and on) with more or less recent examples such as we’ve seen, but I think I’ve made my point. Just in case, though, here’s some straight talk from Fred Reed in ‘Diversity and Its Prospects.’

The American media hold a special place in my heart for their faith in diversity. In the recent Duke case, with which I presume everyone is familiar, a lying black whore (she was lying, she was black, and she was a whore: I suppose I should identify her as Snow White’s sister and a pediatric nurse.) accused innocent college kids of raping her, whereupon the entire complex of media and governments piled on, ruining the boys’ lives. The racial aspect got tremendous attention: White racists in the South abusing a poor black girl. This is a favorite template of the media.

[…]

But in the Tennessee case [Chris and Channon], the crime was real, and hideous. It didn’t fit the template, though, so both the government and the media tried to smother the crime and to conceal the race of the criminals. This is the government to which I’m supposed to be loyal. Note that in both cases the crimes were racial. The whore in the Duke case knew, had to know, how to work the racial angle. So did the prosecutor, who was perfectly willing to destroy the kids to advance his career, though he got disbarred for it. He ought to be jailed. With respect to the Tennessee case, note that rape is not primarily a sexual crime. Any man who wants to get laid can find a hooker for twenty bucks on a downtown street corner. It’s easy. Men know that it’s easy. Rape? You don’t risk life in jail on a murder charge for a few minutes of lousy sex. You do it from hatred. If you really hate whites, you make a white girl give you a blow job in front of her boyfriend. It’s a kick. On your knees, bitch… Then you wash out her mouth with Drano or whatever to destroy the evidence.

If you’re wondering what he’s talking about here:

The 10 staples an Islip Terrace man received to the back of his head could not compare to the real hurt caused to him on the night of Dec. 3, 2005, he testified Thursday.

[…]

Newsday is not identifying the man and his girlfriend because they were the victims of a sex crime. As his family waited outside court, the volunteer firefighter, 22, testified Thursday in the trial of Terrance Terrell, 18, who is charged with first-degree rape for his alleged role in the Bay Shore attack. Bay Shore high’s class of 2006 homecoming king Douglas Payton, 18, and Reginald Dugue, 19, have both pleaded guilty to charges and are awaiting sentencing. Terrell’s attorney has said his client had no hand in the crime. The witness recalled Thursday meeting the woman at a Brightwaters bar, and later drinking coffee, talking and kissing while parked at the end of a waterfront Bay Shore cul de sac. They were interrupted by the headlights of a car, he said. “About 10 minutes later, I heard a bang on my window,” he recalled. “Two masked males. They had a gun.” The man cried as he recalled being pistol-whipped in the back of the head, stripped to his underwear, and forced to hand over his wallet, cell phone and fire department pager. One of the men tried pulling out the sub woofer speakers from the trunk of his car, he said.

[…]

As he carried the speakers to the trunk of his attackers’ car, “I saw my now girlfriend… performing oral with a gun to her head,” he said. A female juror cried into a tissue as she listened to the testimony. Prosecutors say Dugue and Terrell both forced the woman, who was also ordered to strip to her underwear, to perform sex acts on them, and that Dugue raped her. Payton forced the witness to watch as his girlfriend was sexually assaulted, the witness testified.

[…]

“I picked my pants up, my jacket. I found [the female victim] and put my pants on her,” he said crying. “She couldn’t walk because her feet were cold and her legs were all messed up. So I carried her.” The victims went house to house, “banging on doors,” and asking people to call the police, before collapsing on the ground, he said.

Back to Fred Reed:

Why do the government and the press consciously hide the race of criminals? Part of it is abject cowardice. Part of it is reflex, the journalistic templating that is now almost genetic. Reporters are not thoughtful. White-on-black crime is something you write about. Black-on-white isn’t. Truth doesn’t matter. A reporter wants to keep his job and get along in the news room. You don’t make waves where you work. The deeper reason, though, is otherwise. If the press reported the extent of black crime, hell could easily break loose. There are limits to forbearance, even federally enforced forbearance. Racial animosity is high in the United States but papered over, with mention of it verboten in the media and punished by heavy penalties, such as losing jobs. Things are not getting better. Blacks burn a city every ten years or so. Los Angeles, Cincinnati, DC, Newark, Watts, what have you. Whites are cowed and submissive but very often quietly hostile. Any white man with a daughter will look at Christian and think, “My kid could be next.”

[…]

If things were getting better, then holding the lid on, pretending and lying, might make sense: a few more years, one might say, and blacks downtown will assimilate and the whole sordid mess will evaporate. But things are getting, if anything, worse. Few jobs exist for functionally illiterate blacks from the vast sprawling slums that whites never see. Do you know how many are functionally illiterate? […] If there is a solution, we had better find it, instead of closing our eyes and putting our fingers in our ears. One day, as the pressure on blacks from Latinos grows, if the economy begins to drop under Chinese pressure and the special privilege is no longer affordable, things may very well blow — probably between blacks and Hispanics, since they are in direct competition and often in close physical proximity. I hope I’m wrong. Stick around.

And here’s some more, from Reed’s ‘Learning from Diversity.’

Again it happens. In Baltimore a young white woman boards a bus and wants to sit down. Each time she tries to take a seat she is told by nine black middle-schools students, ages 14 and 15, including three girls, that she can’t. Finally she sits anyway. The little — the middle-school students, I mean — attack her. From the Examiner, “She sustained ‘serious injuries’ and had to be transported to the University of Maryland Shock Trauma Center, according to a police report… [Sarah] Kreager suffered two broken bones in her left eye socket, police said. She had eye muscles that were damaged… She had deep lacerations on the top of her head and another above her neck.” Her face will never be the same. Life in the United States. Race relations as usual. Journalism as usual. I suppose you have been swamped, dear reader, by the national press coverage of this racial attack — right? The outrage? You’ve heard about it over and over on the lobotomy box? Editorialists everywhere just won’t let it rest? Sure.

[…]

The attack was not just a crime, but a particular type of crime. In Mexico, where I live, there is crime, but it is usually economic. If I walked in a bad part of Guadalajara by night with a Rolex on my arm, an enterprising gangster might well demand it at knifepoint. If I peaceably gave him the Rolex, he would likely just leave with it. It’s about money. Yes, crimes of passion occur when men got boozed up and fight over women or which football team is best. These are easily avoided. But when a group of very young blacks, unprovoked, attack a defenseless white women, with the intention of badly hurting her, break her bones, and then try to drag her off the bus, we see a different sort of crime. The only motive is racial hatred. Crimes of this type are either increasingly common or increasingly visible because of the internet. They involve gang rapes of white women, forced humiliation as for example by being compelled to provide blow jobs in front of boyfriends, followed by murder. The press assiduously covers them up. The usual formulation is that “youths” were responsible or, very infrequently, “minority youths.” A photo of the victims may appear, but not of the perpetrators. Press coverage will be as local as possible. On the web I recently saw television coverage of one such crime in Florida in which the reporteress kept the camera below the waists of those involved to avoid racial identification. If the attackers were somehow anomalous, the occasional psychopath for example, the solution — a reasonable response anyway — would be to put them in prison forever and get on with life. But they are not anomalous. They are probably the norm among young blacks of the slums. I don’t think whites realize what is out there, how bad things are. If you live in Washington, DC, and work, say, on K Street or Connecticut Avenue, you see well-dressed and courteous blacks who are pretty much like everybody else. Much more resentment lies under the surface than you probably believe, but they certainly aren’t going to attack anyone. They are not a problem. But go into the realms of the underclass, the great sprawling necrotic Sowetos of any big American city. Better yet, don’t go. You wouldn’t last ten minutes on foot at night. Few whites really know that these places exist, and they never see them. Cabs will refuse to take you. For some half-dozen years when I was on the police beat I did see the bad neighborhoods. God help us. These ’hoods are utterly black, with whipcord young males leaning against lamp posts and eyeing cops with hostility. The people in them have no identity other than black. They aren’t African and aren’t American. They don’t read and many can’t. The schools are just holding cages. They’ve got nothing and they’re going nowhere and they know it. The great white beyond out there, with its computers and universities and those rich white people with their jobs and books and understanding of mysterious things like international politics — they have no access to these. They hate whites. I don’t mean that they harbor class-mediated resentments deriving from incomplete socialization to the Euro-based norms of yada yada. I mean they hate whites. Or do you suppose that they beat a young woman into hospitalization from affection? To break bones in a woman’s face you have to kick her or hit her very hard, hard enough to cause brain damage with a little luck, hard enough to kill. The ganging up is a pattern. There is nothing whites can do about it except live away from blacks and be very careful about taking public transportation. It is not a good thing to find yourself at eleven at night in an otherwise empty subway car with your teenage daughter and five young blacks. Fear of blacks chiefly drives the furor over the right to own guns. Conservatives don’t want guns from fear that a Jewish dentist might crawl through the window at night. Liberals do not fear white duck-hunters or the white suburbanite with a pistol in his closet. It’s arm against blacks, or disarm them, though few will admit it. What will happen to the adolescent monsters in Baltimore? A good guess: They will be charged with assault, publicity will be minimal, they will face only minor consequences because they are juveniles, and a black jury (if things get that far) will give them a pass. Their classmates, if anything they see can be called a class, will regard them as heroes. I wonder how long things can go on as they are. Nothing gets better. The murderous stewing hatred remains and given a chance will beat more women senseless or, sooner or later, burn another city. Winding this spring is not a good idea. If the worm ever turns, Katie bar the door.

In 2010, 12-year-old Jonathan Foster was abducted on Christmas Eve, tortured to death with a blowtorch and dumped in a ditch by a black woman. Why?

Why would a middle-aged woman enter the home of two women living with a child, kidnap that child, murder him and burn his body, dump him in a ditch, and then come back to the house that evening to tell the child’s mother she’d been there earlier in the day?

No reason at all.

In 2012, 12-year-old Autumn Pasquale was lured, beaten, strangled and dumped in a recycling bin by a black 15-year-old and 17-year-old because they wanted parts from her BMX bike. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t count, and nobody cares.

In 2013, a brown-skinned white racist mentor to black kids stood trial in Florida for shooting a helpless, innocent, violent, thieving tiny six-foot full-grown 17-year-old baby in self defense and cold blood. Or something like that.

If you’d never heard of Autumn or Jonathan, but you have a strong opinion about George Zimmerman and the patron saint of Skittles — well, you just might be an “anti-racist.” Give yourself a pat on the back!

Surely the epitome of “anti-racism” is the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC). The SPLC describes itself as a “a nonprofit civil rights organization dedicated to fighting hate and bigotry, and to seeking justice for the most vulnerable members of society,” and claiming to “work toward the day when the ideals of equal justice and equal opportunity will be a reality.” Small wonder these brave social justice warriors have managed to rake in a profit of almost $250 million. And yet the “hate” keeps rising…

The SPLC’s first priority, we are told, is to combat “hate and extremism.”

The Southern Poverty Law Center monitors hate groups and extremists throughout the United States and exposes their activities to law enforcement agencies, the media and the public. We’ve crippled some of the country’s most notorious hate groups by suing them for murders and other violent acts committed by their members.

To that end, the SPLC maintains a list of “hate incidents.”

Incidents of apparent hate crimes and hate group activities listed here are drawn primarily from media sources. These incidents include only a fraction of the approximately 191,000 reported and unreported hate crimes that a 2005 government report estimated occur annually.

Ah, but which fraction? To find out, I performed a fun experiment! I chose, at random, five violent crimes from recent years satisfying three conditions:

the victims were white and the perpetrators were not, the crime was motivated, at least in part, by racial bias, making it a hate crime by definition, and the crime was reported by the media to the extent that a simple Internet search turned up multiple articles from reasonably mainstream sources.

After I had chosen five crimes, I looked them up in the SPLC’s list of “apparent hate crimes and hate group activities,” which is “drawn primarily from media sources.” Here is what I found. Please draw your own conclusions, gentle reader.

“Beat Whitey Night”

In August 2010, 30–40 black youths roamed the Iowa State Fairgrounds attacking random white people, and only white people, in an event they called “Beat Whitey Night.” (See: NBC, KSDK, The Smoking Gun, Examiner, and NBC.)

The SPLC ignored “Beat Whitey Night” entirely. Not one of these crimes appears on the Center’s list. The SPLC elected to include only one “hate crime” from Des Moines in 2010. It was an act of vandalism:

Des Moines, IA

Vandals painted a swastika and the letters “KKK” on a man’s truck.

Type: Vandalism

Reported: 07/21/2010

This sort of vandalism is usually a hoax.

“Racist E-Mails”

In August 2011, at least two mobs comprising hundreds of black youths swarmed the Wisconsin State Fair attacking white people (only) at random, in some cases pulling them from cars or knocking them off motorcycles to get at them, resulting in at least 11 injuries — seven to police — and 31 arrests. (See: Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, Journal Sentinel, CBS, WISN, WTAQ, Fox News, and PJ Media.)

Here are six different witnesses:

“It looked like they were just going after white guys, white people.”

“It was 100% racial. … They were looking in everybody’s windshield as they were running by, seeing who was white and who was black. Guarantee it.”

“It was like a scene you needed the National Guard to control. To me, it looked like a scene out of a movie. I have not seen anything like this in my life. It was a huge mob, and it was a fight that maybe lasted one to two minutes.”

“It looked like out of a movie,” Frohlick added. “It was insane.”

“I saw them grab this white kid who was probably 14 or 15 years old. They just flung him into the road. They just jumped on him and started beating him. They were kicking him. … A girl picked up a construction sign and pushed it over on top of him. They were just running by and kicking him in the face.”

“A Riverwest type mob. Easily between 50–100 kids all under 18 and all A