With Barack Obama, the Race-Baiter-In-Chief, smiling down upon them, Al Sharpton and his minions got their festival of racial paranoia and hatred going from coast-to-coast on Saturday. Among other things, there were calls to boycott various tourist attractions and businesses in Florida, none of which had anything whatsoever to do with the George Zimmerman murder trial. I guess the idea is to punish the entire state for obeying the rule of law.
The festivities didn’t sound very constructive or “inclusive,” judging from the hoary old battle cries related by the Associated Press:
Chants rang out across the rallies. “Justice! Justice! Justice! …
Now! Now! Now!” “`We won’t forget.” “No justice! No peace!” Many also
sang hymns, prayed and held hands.
And plenty of participants carried signs: “Who’s next?” “I am Trayvon Martin.” “Enough Is Enough.”
Most rallies began at noon. In New York, hundreds of people —
including Martin’s mother, Sybrina Fulton, and music superstars Jay-Z
and Beyonce — gathered in the heat.
Fulton told the crowd she was determined to fight for societal and
legal changes needed to ensure that black youths are no longer viewed
with suspicion because of their skin color.
“I promise you I’m going to work for your children as well,” she told the crowd.
At a morning appearance at Sharpton’s headquarters in Harlem, she
implored people to understand that the tragedy involved more than Martin
alone. “Today it was my son. Tomorrow it might be yours,” she said.
[…] In Miami, Tracy Martin spoke about his son. “This could be any one of our children,” he said. “Our mission now is to make sure that this doesn’t happen to your child.”
[…] In Miami, Tracy Martin spoke about his son.
“This could be any one of our children,” he said. “Our mission now is to make sure that this doesn’t happen to your child.”
“Who’s next?” “Today it was my son, tomorrow it might be yours?” On we go with this evil, venomous stupidity. The mythology of Saint Trayvon, the innocent baby-faced 12-year-old hunted down and murdered by a psychotic neighborhood watchman grinds on. (I see a few media outlets have reverted to using the 5-year-old photo of cherubic Trayvon that was deployed during the initial propaganda wave.) With all due respect to Martin’s mother in her time of grief, she’s not doing anyone any good by pretending a legion of “white Hispanic” citizens-on-patrol are lurking in the shadows, ready to gun down black teenagers for sport.
The only way anyone else’s son might be Trayvon tomorrow is if they attack a man for looking at them funny and start beating his head into the pavement with MMA ground-and-pound punches, only to discovery the victim happens to be packing heat. But there’s a horrendously good chance that many sons of black parents might be the next Darryl Green. He’s the 17-year-old from Chicago who was gunned down for refusing to join a gang. He’s one of the many young people murdered in Obama’s home sinkhole during the Zimmerman trial and its unruly aftermath. Obama and the rest of the worse-than-useless “black leaders” are completely uninterested in talking about Darryl Green, or putting together boycotts of Chicago businesses to protest his death.
Diverting attention away from real problems to whip people into a frenzy of fear and loathing over imaginary threats is pure evil. So is dividing the country and increasing racial animosity by peddling dark fairy tales about “open season on black youth” or “Stand Your Ground” slaughters.