We Appreciate You Being Here

The photo tells it all. A smiling mom posing with her teenager who is dressed in a police uniform like it was Halloween. And, for him, it may have felt like Halloween.  Next, he strutted through Kenosha streets with his long rifle at the ready, pretend, you know.

And heck, his friends the police say, we appreciate you being here, callow youth-baby-virgin, and oh, have some water.

And then the kid gets scared and, inured to real violence because he undoubtedly performs pretend violence and masturbates while playing some wet dream video game, he fires. And once he pulls the trigger, like the game, he loses all perspective and: “So people are getting injured, and our job is to protect this business. And part of my job is to also help people. If there is somebody hurt, I’m running into harm’s way,” said the doughy, effeminate, no doubt bullied teenager from Antioch, Illinois. And then: “I just killed somebody.”

I have a friend who killed a man in the line of duty. He quit the police force and became an itinerant laborer, because he could not deal with the fact that he shot a man who first shot and hit him. His life is eating, sleeping, taking care of his kids…and nightly dreaming of killing one man.

So, as I am furious over this kid’s murder of innocents, I am not surprised. Look at his proud Trump-loving mom, who drove her teenager to Kenosha with an assault weapon at his side and let him out of the car to play Junior G-Man. Hell, she might be a featured speaker tonight at the Republican convention. She should be in jail for life without parole.

I haven’t yet mentioned the inciting incident, the shooting of an unarmed Black man seven times by feral police officers. No, George Floyd’s death did not set off the new age of reason and brotherhood. Yes, more Black people will be maimed or murdered, more-more-more. To satisfy white lust for racial hatred.

Tempting as it is, one cannot solely blame the dumbest president in the history of the world. He is feeding off the white tit of hatred, a political move. What do we expect? He is a mobster, a rapist, a racist, a serial liar, a misogynist, a man who wants to fuck his own daughter—Ivanka, not the ugly one, Tiffany with the deformed teeth, he has standards after all. And his evangelical pals, well, they like threesomes and closeted porn and unborn fetuses.

We have everything, yet we want more everything, more, and in the pursuit of everything (whites only, of course), we have bought our kids everything. Except love. Except decency. Except empathy.

If you haven’t heard or if you’re not a sports fan, take notice: The National Basketball Association, the National Soccer League, and even that old conservative, Major League Baseball have suspended their games, citing “Black Lives Matter.” Many millions of dollars were lost by advertisers yesterday, and millions of cooped-up white fans were furious. To top off the evening, former basketball great Kenny Smith, on live television and sitting between Charles Barkley and Shaquille O’Neal, took off his microphone and walked off the set, citing “Black Lives Matter.” This, friends, is power. Sheer economic power. The kind of power that ravenous billionaires wield against us and don’t give a shit. This is “Lysistrata” power. Black and yes, even white, athletes are making their stand. To Americans, real Americans, Sports is God.

Perhaps some white mothers will arm their kids and send them out to assassinate basketball players, like that lippy Lebron James. How dare he turn on us?

Defund the police is the wrong slogan. Disarm the police is the deal. Have weapons stored somewhere where they can be doled out for emergencies, a sniper, say. Otherwise, chase black men with your bare hands, and THEN you will be brave cops. Like every other civilized country in the world. And then Little Johnny Doughboy Police Auxiliary can be a wannabe cop because he cares about people. What a world that would be.

“The Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution guarantees a ‘right of the people to keep and bear arms.’ However, the meaning of this clause cannot be understood apart from the purpose, the setting, and the objectives of the draftsmen.” Nixon appointee, Supreme Court Justice Warren Burger

You who carry weapons into our streets, you, white people who carry guns: You fear Black people. A least come out and admit it.

Meantime enjoy the new sport, the NSA-BO, the National Slaughter Association (of Blacks Only).







About Eugene Jones Baldwin

I am a writer: non-fiction, fiction, journalism (Alton Telegraph), essays (The Genehouse Chronicles) and have a website: eugenebaldwin.com. I've published a couple dozen short stories and had eleven plays produced. Current projects: "Brother of the Stones" (available on Kindle), a book of short stories; "The Faithful Husband of the Rain, short stories"; "A Black Soldier's Letters Home, WWII,;" "There is No Color in Justice," a commentary on racism; "Ratkillers," a new play. I am an avocational archaeologist and I take parts of my collection of several thousand Indian artifacts (personal finds) to schools, nature centers, libraries etc. and talk about the 20,000 year history of The First people in Illinois. (See link to website) I'm also a playwright (eleven plays produced), musician, historian (authority on the Underground Railroad in Illinois, the Tuskegee Airmen) and teacher.
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