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theemichelleb · 5 years

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When They See Us (Netflix) - Miniseries Reflection

To be honest… I have no idea how to start this post.

A few weeks ago I watched Ava Duvernay’s interview on the Breakfast Club about this miniseries and how she came about taking on the challenge of telling this unbelievably difficult story. Our community is affected by these tragedies all too often and it makes it hard to want to have children that will have to grow up in a society that will never see them as children. Ultimately, I just want to put a thank you out there to Ava Duvernay for checking her DMs and responding to that message she got from one of the victims of this ridiculous justice system and running with the opportunity to shed light on this horrible part of their history.

“When They See Us” is the true account of what happened to Antron McCray, Yusef Salaam, Raymond Santana Jr., Kevin Richardson, and Korey Wise in 1989 when they were falsely accused, charged, and convicted of the tragic beating and rape of Trisha Meili, a white woman. This four-part miniseries walks us through the eyes of the boys from the night they were in Central Park until the day they are exonerated of all charges and released back into the world. Part 1 exposes the unjust tactics and tools used to interrogate and trap these boys in lies of committing a crime that they had no idea existed. Part 2 walks us through the trials of all 5 boys and how the justice system brings no justice to black people no matter how blatantly untrue a story being told against them can be. Part 3 shows us a snippet of what Antron, Yusef, Kevin, and Raymond endure during and after their release from prison; trying to integrate into a world that refuses to accept them because of these false allegations. Finally, part 4… we see the tragic circumstances and situations Korey Wise experienced for 14 years being moved from prison to prison trying to survive with a target on his back that NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE.

As a black woman I can never understand the tragedy of having that type of target on my back to the degree our men must live with it, but I can be angry for what they are doing to our men. This story is known… there are no spoilers to give or disclaimers to provide. If you don’t want to know my opinions on certain parts of this because you feel it may ruin the watch for you I understand, but please watch because this story NEEDED to be told. I don’t want this to be considered a review but more of a reflection because no matter the scale this affects us all, including myself. If you feel it’s “too hard” to watch or don’t know if you can “handle it,” they don’t deserve to have their story out there for you to not watch. Take your time, but watch… no excuses.

There were so many parts that hurt to watch and I’m often told I’m heartless because of my inability to cry at emotionally tear provoking movies or tv shows, but this broke me. I made it through the first 3 parts with anger and frustration but no tears, taking breaks and pauses in between watching. It’s going to take anywhere between 1-3 days to work through the series; approximately 5 hours altogether. For some, it may take longer. That’s how real it gets.

Watching Korey’s story hit me the hardest; that was what finally made the tears fall. The depiction of his truth and struggle was the hardest to witness yet the easiest to relate to. Not many of can say we’ve been directly arrested and blamed for a crime we’ve had nothing to do with, but anybody can relate to the fear of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and having something like that happen. Korey Wise went to the police precinct to support his friend, Yusef, and was left there. Not too long after being left he was used as a scapegoat to make this absurd story make sense to any other white person that would listen. Considering these boys were already being treated as animals it’s hard to believe the scenario could get any worse but lets add in the fact that he’s sent directly to prison, not a juvenile detention center, and beaten countless times by grown men that are actual rapists, murderers, felons, and so much more. Korey’s story is going to hit the hardest… just be prepared.

Watch this with your kids, your younger siblings, your older siblings, mentees, whomever you hold dear to you because this is real, and EVERYBODY in America needs to see what really happens to our boys. This isn’t something that you can turn away from and pretend as though it’s not happening everyday from police shootings to racial profiling. We wouldn’t change our skin even if we could, but America does need to change it’s privilege…

These boys were interrogated for hours without their parents. Parents were suckered and punked into handing over their kids to the system. This outrageous individual that is often referred to as the President of the United States, current day, was on news channels, taking out ads to have the death penalty imposed on these children that didn’t even know what truant or rape meant. Let’s be realistic… who in their right mind believes any BLACK MAN would willingly admit to raping a white women if they knew exactly what that meant? No man… and you think these five 14-16 year old black and brown BOYS understood what they were admitting to, alone with no parental guidance? Sitting in a precinct hungry and wanting to go home?

One question here… when has a rape EVER been THIS important to police? Rape gets overlooked, forgotten, disregarded, and ignored more often than it should even now with more resources than were available in 1989. Don’t be fooled… had that woman in the park been black and the supposed assailant a white male, there wouldn’t have been this much traction to find the attacker, let alone to create 5 attackers out of a crime scene that clearly only had evidence of their being one. This was a clear racial attack targeted at minorities that couldn’t protect themselves… more specifically blacks in America that have ALWAYS been discounted and created into animals that couldn’t possibly be human beings.

Linda Fairstein was disgusting, right along with Elizabeth Lederer, Robert Morgenthau, all of the cops that were gathering up boys, and the detectives in the precinct that coerced false confessions out of 14 year olds. Disgusting doesn’t even give justice to the horrific things these five went through, and the worst part is the shock value is gone. We’re not surprised at how the justice system fails and frames our people, it’s what we expect and that’s disheartening. You may watch and wonder how can we protect our children against a system that’s centered around seeing them fail, and I don’t have the answer to that. Knowledge is power, however. This takes me back to “The Hate U Give” and how Starr’s father teaches his children the hard realities of dealing with law enforcement and being black. Give your kids as much knowledge as possible to protect themselves; tell them don’t say anything without having you present, don’t resist or struggle unnecessarily, and don’t admit to anything especially something they haven’t done or don’t have any knowledge of.

Points that struck a nerve and hit me the hardest while watching:

Nancy Ryan should have pushed harder to take the case or have somebody else work the case because Linda Fairstein had a personal vendetta she was trying to resolve. I don’t know if she was a victim of rape or knows somebody closely who was and that made her act the way she did, but somebody needed to put her on a leash. I truly believe Nancy Ryan should have been that person, but I am happy she was the one that handled the confession from the real attacker in 2003. I understand the attempt to try and set Linda straight after everything, but babygirl waited a little too long to try to check somebody that flew off the deep end 4 years prior.

The black cop that tried to keep the detectives from interrogating Kevin after his mother left not feeling well… sir you could have pushed harder. I understand the remorse you probably felt by stepping back and watching that happen, but I’m sure there’s plenty of things you could have said to somebody or done to address the fact that they knowingly interrogated him ignoring the fact that his mother was sick and was coming back after getting her medication.

The audacity to connect Kevin’s eye being swollen and scratched to the struggle the rape victim put up when in reality he had a black eye from being smacked in the head by a cop with a helmet while they were tackling and herding black boys up like they were cattle… and this is NEVER addressed during the trial.

Antron’s father, Bobby, disgusts me. This man knew how the system worked because he had been locked up, but instead of protecting his son he forced his son to admit to being involved with raping that woman to keep his job and lifestyle up. I understand he’s passed on and God rest is soul where he is, but that struck a serious nerve with me. Protect your children at all costs, because nobody else will.

Yusef’s mom, Sharon, was a lot for me. I understand she was trying to protect her son, but this entire situation was bigger than just her and Yusef, especially when Korey ended up in this trying to look out for her son. No disrespect to any mothers out there because I definitely understand wanting to protect your baby, but they were all babies and they all needed protecting.

Ray’s step mother needs something… a beat down is what comes to mind, but I’m a lover not a fighter.

And just overall, the evidence that was missing, the stories that didn’t match up, the DNA sample that matched NONE of the boys, but some how they were still convicted.

There were so many other moments other than just that that even make writing this and reflecting on it almost as hard as it was watching it.

There has been a lot of buzz around this miniseries and for good reason. Ava Duvernay took her time on sculpting this and telling their tragic story in a beautiful manner. The actors portraying every person involved did such an amazing job and I can’t even begin to imagine how it must have been stepping into the shoes of anybody in this plot line; especially one of the five men that stepped up to tell their story in hopes that it would be heard and they would be recognized. All five men are hard working and it appears they are thriving despite the tragedies they endured to get to where they are present day. Again, I charge anybody that has decided this is too much to watch to reconsider. It may be hard to watch, but this is our history as black people and these men deserve to be supported by our community no matter how painful it may be to witness. The hardest part was going through it and they handled that part long ago, now, we should stand behind them and their efforts to stop this from happening to anymore of our children.

I recently saw a video from Clint Coley with him in a rap battle against some white cops and one line stood out to me… “You can’t say all lives matter, cause the black ones don’t.” Nobody should be able to watch this and continue to think our justice system is fair and protects all citizens. The thing white people will never be able to relate to is the fear that they may get that call one day about their son and they won’t be able to do anything about it. White boys are coddled and treated as though there’s every cure in the book for anything wrong they do, but black boys are thrown into jails and treated as adults with no comfort, support, or benefit of doubt. All lives can’t matter when that’s the reality of the world we live in.

So, do your community a favor… do your future sons and daughters a favor… do yourself a favor and watch “When They See Us.” It will make you mad, it will make you afraid, it will make you cry, but it will throw more fuel to the fire inside you that should be anxious to make a change for the generations coming after us. They will watch what you did and move accordingly. They will appreciate how you supported our community and follow your lead. They will be stronger for it, because that’s what you’ll teach them to be.

Be D.O.P.E. Support our men.

Release Date: May 31, 2019 Where I watched: Netflix

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reekierevelator · 6 years

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Open and Shut

‘It’s Twelve Angry Men all over again isn’t it?’ I grinned with jocular nervousness. But there were actually fifteen of us in the Edinburgh High Court jury - eleven men and four women.

No-one replied. The men, of various ages, all stony-faced, fixed their eyes on mine. Their deafening silence seemed to loudly declare ‘it’s black and white, an open and shut case’.

The usher left, closed the heavy door, and within two minutes a bluff, thirty-ish man in a dark grey suit and open-necked white shirt had become foreman merely by proposing himself and finding no-one else volunteering when he asked.

He scowled and said ‘I don’t know why they bother to bring this stuff to court anyway. Waste of bloody money. The woman’s obviously been around. You just need to look at her. Look, let’s just have a show of hands and we can all get off home again pretty quick.’

Hands were duly raised. Fourteen to one.

I heard the mutual intake of breath and their eyes going through me like lasers. I muttered ‘But, well, ‘it’s a rape case, isn’t it? Surely rape cases are never as simple as that?’

The four women jurors – two older, one middle-aged, and one younger – turned their heads towards me somewhat balefully, pityingly, seeing me as an innocent abroad not yet wise to the ways of the world. Nevertheless, I felt encouraged enough to continue.

‘Ok, the woman, the victim, she’s not perfect, she’s not the ideal human being I grant you, but then again who is? And you certainly don’t have to be perfect to be the victim of serious crime, do you? Anyway, it’s not her that’s on trial; it’s that man, the one in the dock with the aggressive, superior look on his face. We all heard the police evidence, laying bare all his dubious sexual practices, his even more dubious prior sexual encounters.

‘Hey,’ the foreman barked, interrupting, ‘the judge said to disregard that stuff about his sexual practices. He said the so-called evidence wasn’t gathered correctly.’

And the smirks round the table said ‘boys will be boys’ and there’s no accounting for their peculiar sexual proclivities. The men’s eyes narrowed as they focused on me, deeply suspicious, a traitor in their ranks.

‘And his explanation that the woman approached his car with him having any forewarning, opened his car door, sat down beside him, kissed him and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Well, I mean, how likely is that? He’s a total stranger and she’s a married woman just out with some pals for a laugh and a giggle on a Saturday night and she’s just stepped outside the club a minute to smoke a cigarette.’

‘Happens all the time,’ insisted the foreman sternly. ‘Wild women out there. Especially with a drink in them.’ And then concluded the character assassination with ‘She admitted to three gin and cokes didn’t she?’

‘Look,’ I said, ‘I just don’t even think the Crown Office would fork out the money to bring this case if they didn’t think the police had established good grounds for possible conviction. And that woman, I mean, would she go and put herself through all the police hassle and shocking indignity of an internal examination if she didn’t feel really wronged? I mean, I don’t have any axe to grind. It’s not like this is Runaway Jury is it?’

But by the angry blank looks it seemed they didn’t like Grisham’s book or the insinuation of a conspiracy to fix a jury was lost on them. I ignored their frowns and shaking heads and struggled on regardless.

‘I mean’ I said, ‘is everyone so convinced of his innocence that we don’t feel we need any discussion at all?’

Shoulders shrugged round the room. Some, like the foreman, replied emphatically ‘That’s right, we don’t’.

‘But she definitely said “No” didn’t she?’ She said she said “no” I insisted. ‘And no means no doesn’t it?’

‘Only got her word for it,’ said the foreman.

Another male juror added that ‘Maybe she did say that. But she would say that, wouldn’t she? She’s not going to admit she fancied a bit of rough.’ He was a little guy, early twenties, going prematurely bald under his habitual baseball cap.

An older man, in flared trousers, who looked like he’d never left the nineteen-seventies behind, made his contribution: ‘That no means no stuff – it’s just political correctness gone mad. It’s just words, slogans. It doesn’t mean anything.’

The implication, that women say no but mean yes, hung heavily in the air.

The women looked pained but said nothing. It was 2010 and I was left wondering whether I was dreaming or if I had mistakenly wandered on to the set of Life on Mars or Ashes to Ashes.

‘Asking for it, I’d say. Got into the car with him, didn’t she? Didn’t jump out when he drove her off to that secluded bit of the car park, did she? Probably asked him to do that.’ The self-appointed foreman was aggressively insistent.

‘She couldn’t jump out, the car was moving,’ I argued, trying to keep calm. It was strange in the jury room. It was like the Lord of the Flies. There was no teacher, priest, lawyer, or any kind of external authority or respected superior intellectual being to hold sway over us, to interrupt a juror’s tirade of prejudice. There was only the foreman, and of the people in the room I was the only one he felt the need to interrupt.

‘Remember, he drove the car to that secluded spot so he was away from the street lights, away from any passing vehicles. Must have barely been able to see where he was going. But I’m guessing he must have been there before.’

‘Now you’re just making things up,’ shouted the foreman, his face reddening. ‘If you ask me, if anyone knew that quiet corner it was that woman.’

The women jurors remained quietly tense, occasionally twitching, but mainly looking resigned. One chewed her bottom lip as she stared at the floor. Their body language spoke volumes: nothing changes, it said, we’ve heard it all before, keep your head down, just let it pass over and hope for the best.

Three days of evidence, nuanced legal deliberations over what details to take into account, what to disregard, and the implications of specific points of law, it all went for a burton. It was like none of it had ever happened. Three days of legal instruction counted for nothing against lifetimes of hard won experience and habitual responses. The aggressive male and the passive female were resurrected as if from a 1950s movie.

And there was no Henry Fonda in the jury room. No subway train, no commonplace knife to trace, and no self-serving witness either. There was no runaway juror with a secret agenda, no conspiracies going on inside or outside the room. Just fifteen people feeling out of place, disconcerted and uncomfortable. There was no black and white, just shades of grey. There were no puzzles awaiting perfect solutions, just jigsaw pieces that didn’t fit together too well, some pieces missing, and players under pressure to declare the fit near enough right or near enough wrong.

An idea sprang to mind. ‘Do you remember A Time To Kill?’ I asked. Consternation once again registered on my fellow jurors. ‘Where the father of the black girl who was raped by Southern rednecks shoots the perpetrators and then, at his trial, he’s acquitted when his lawyer’s sums up and ends up asking the all-white jury what they would do if the girl had been white.’

More moans and sighs, chairs scraping, calls to shut up, and someone saying ‘This has got nothing to do with films’, and then baseball cap shouting ‘She’s a woman, she’s white, you’re a numpty.’

‘Ah’, I called over the hubbub, ‘but what if this white woman had been a white man?’ More frowns, the question regarded as unintelligible nonsense, heads shaken from side to side, and then the foreman saying ‘You’re totally off your rocker, pal.’

‘Look,’ I said, ‘men get raped too. What about Deliverance? Suppose it was a man who had accepted that lift home from the club that she says she was offered? A man who’s had quite a few – maybe even four or five gin and cokes. It’s a warm evening. Maybe his shirt is open to the waist. Maybe the driver is attracted to that kind of thing, likes what he sees. Now, is it up to the man getting a lift to be on his guard against predatory rapists, to be conscious of the dangerous situation he’s putting himself in? Does the man’s vulnerability give the driver some kind of licence, some justification for overpowering him, driving him to a secluded place and attacking him? Can that really be justified just because the driver is a man and we’re resigned to the idea that men are like that?’

The women stared at me, more appalled and disgusted than puzzled, more shocked than if I’d placed a pet kitten on the table and attacked it with an axe.

‘Don’t be such an arse,’ said the foreman. ‘You obviously watch way too many old movies. We’re not talking about a movie here. It’s about some daft lassie that went out with her pals, got drunk, lost her inhibitions, and her hormones got the better of her.’

‘But she was a thirty-two year old married woman,’ I replied, but it was lost in the general hubbub of here, here’s and quite right’s.

‘Happens all the time,’ concluded the foreman. ‘Open and shut.’

I visualised Henry Fonda, holding out day after day, gradually winning over more and more of the other jurors, wearing them down gradually with little bits of under-scrutinized evidence. But this was Scotland and this was the twenty-first century. Fifteen jurors and only a majority verdict required.

‘Right’, said the foreman, ‘Enough of this crap, eh? I’m self-employed and this is costing me money. I need to get back to work. Call it fourteen to one, ok?’

Only then did the youngest woman look up from the table, wincing to avoid the foreman’s gaze. She murmured ‘Well maybe I’m not so sure now. I think maybe that man did do something awfy wrong. She did say she’d just wanted home; thought she’d struck lucky when he flung his car door open and shouted over to her. ’

But even if it had been 2018 it was already too late for #metoo. The foreman’s chair was scraped back across the polished floor. He was determined not to allow the arguments of the case to be rehearsed any further. He pushed himself up, his arms pressing down on the desk, and glared at the youngest woman juror, the hope for a more egalitarian future, and spat out his response. ‘So thirteen to two then, that suit you, everyone ok now?’

Heads nodded. There were various muttered approvals and acceptances and people pushed their chairs back and stood to stretch their legs.

And with that I discovered with regret that the world I lived in was not yet swathed in the bright new golden dawn of sexual equality. The realm of Hollywood Oscar winners celebrating #metoo was still several years away, and it was sure to be even longer before a culture of sexual equality fully established itself in Scotland.

My personal voyage of discovery included, unsurprisingly, the revelation that I’m no Henry Fonda in Twelve Angry Men; at best more of a James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause, foolishly taking a stand against general unfairness in the world while accepting that ultimately I will be reabsorbed into that very world and knowing that, sadly, it’s not me that’s going to be the man spending his entire life trying to change the way other people think. I’ll say my piece but I won’t be out there campaigning relentlessly for the new world order.

It’s wasn’t quite an epiphany, more an appreciation of my place and standing in the world and a new awareness of the length of time it takes for real cultural change to take a firm hold in that world.

The foreman chapped the door and, as the court usher poked his head around, said ‘Aye, we’re ready now, we’ve reached a verdict.’

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republicstandard · 6 years

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Black Lives Don't Matter: UK Police and Press Ignore The Realities of Race

Recently the United Kingdom has finally had some news that puts us right back on top. Yes, that's right- after spending so long playing second fiddle to those swaggering, sneeringly glamorous New Yorkers (for 218 years!), we have done it. Finally, London is the most multicultural, multicriminal city in the West- number one for getting raped, stabbed, burgled and assaulted. In your face, America.

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As we know all too well from the Gamergate fiasco, when looking at real-world problems with difficult answers the most important thing to do is to shift the blame onto people who say edgy things online. From The Times:

Cressida Dick, the Metropolitan Police commissioner, said that often- trivial disputes between young people were escalating into murder and stabbings at unprecedented rates. The goading of rivals on online message boards and video sites “revs people up” and normalized violence, she said.

The speed at which disputes gathered pace echoed the way in which some Islamists, including the perpetrator of the lorry attack in Nice in 2016, were radicalized within days or weeks.

A febrile online atmosphere was among factors responsible for rising knife crime. Also to blame were drug-dealing, absent fathers and socioeconomics, Ms. Dick said.

Well, that's a whole lot of sweeping under the carpet and no mistake- you may remember Cressida Dick claiming that gangs of rapists have “probably” been in Britain for “centuries and centuries and centuries” so that's Nothing To Do With Islam, either. It is very cute how we see the topic of jihad slid into the middle of the quote to reinforce the message. It wasn't Islam that drove a man to murder 83 people and injure 453 more. It was the internet!

Damn you, 4Chan!

Maybe Dick is right, and YouTube is more of a problem than Islam, Facebook is worse than a failed multi-generational multicultural experiment, Gab is more terrible than mass immigration that not one British person was asked about; and LinkedIn is not just a place to get a new job, it is far more crippling to our society than the reality that Race and IQ are real; and most uncomfortable of all, IQ predicts both achievement and propensity for criminality. In Britain, Black people were over 3 times more likely to be arrested than White people in 2016, and Black women were more than twice as likely to be arrested as White women.

Wait! That's because Britain is racist!

Not so. As we know that from several studies into race bias, the UK is one of the least racist countries on the face of the planet. It appears to be the case that as the Cathedral can no longer say that Britons are racists, and it is objectively true that London is no longer British with only a 45% Ethnic British population, we are now entering a period where race is simply ignored. This is mind-blowingly irresponsible. The solution? Blame the internet.

It must be social media that drives a spike in criminality of such magnitude that even without the dreaded AR-15 we see more butchery on the streets of London than New York. It is the internet that led to a boy being stabbed to death over some stolen pasta. Drug crime is the fault of Instagram. Acid attacks? Blame Jack Dorsey for not clamping down on what can be said on Twitter.

Pesky things like facts and evidence might suggest otherwise. The Evening Standard reported last year that between June 2016 and June 2017:

The blade offenses include 214 killings, 391 attempted murders, 438 rapes, 182 other sexual assaults, and 14,429 robberies. There were also more than 18,500 assaults involving an injury or intent to inflict harm with a blade and 2,816 threats to kill with a knife.

The statisticians said that a 47 percent rise in knife crimes in London —where 35 young people aged under 25 have been killed by stabbings in the past 12 months — was a prime cause of the national increase.

Cressida Dick acknowledges as a footnote that absentee fathers and drug dealing are a problem, but will not state the obvious. We are dealing with a capital city that is no longer British controlled. As the BBC reported sullenly:

On Friday, a woman, 36, became the 10th victim after being stabbed to death in Haringey, north London.

In September last year, the MP for Croydon Central, Sarah Jones, said social media was "fuelling an escalation in the cycle of violence among young people".

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The Evening Standard said the following:

The 36-year-old was found suffering stab wounds, a spokesman said. She was pronounced dead just after 8 am. A 38-year-old man who knew the victim was arrested at the scene and is being held at a north London police station.

I want to use this short quote to show you how to read reports from the BBC and most British media when they try to discuss crime and race. You will rarely see mention of race or religion on the BBC, unless that piece is resolutely pro-multiculturalism. The problem is that in Britain, race does not matter at all when describing crime- even when to ignore it means death. Everyone, regardless of origin, ethnicity or belief system can be as British as I am, and then race is all that matters- because those new British citizens need help and protection from me, for some reason.

Perhaps that is a good thing and I am missing the point of all this entirely- but I do have certain quibbles about a reality that asks me to simultaneously deny my own racial identity at all costs, and then flip-flops between demanding that ethnic minorities are looking at with unwavering adoration while turning a blind eye to inconvenient statistics on crime, FGM, rape gangs and the utter failure of integration. That is a maddening double standard, enforced now by hate speech laws which are so subjective no Briton can speak freely in his own land, about things that are true.

This is how the BBC reports on an Iraqi who was trained to kill by ISIS, who was still allowed into the country and tried to blow up a train full of my kin.

BREAKING "Dangerous and devious" Surrey teenager jailed for life for Parsons Green Tube bombing, in which 51 people injured https://t.co/Fv4T9dKbNL

— BBC South East (@bbcsoutheast) March 23, 2018

Meanwhile, the BBC consider the reasonable call for tighter immigration to be far right and "right-wing rhetoric." If people decide to call a group far right then that is how the BBC will report. The BBC is an anti-White British organization- there can be no other rationale in a world where concern over immigration is a far right (i.e, White) position while ignoring overwhelming evidence of the impact of immigration on the lives of real people.

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Haringey, where Friday's murder took place, has some interesting demography. as of a school census in 2013, 18.7% of school pupils between the ages of 3 and 18 were White British. The overall population of Haringey was less than 35% White British- and that's as of the 2011 census.

From Haringey Council's website:

Almost two-thirds of our population and over 70% of our young people are from ethnic minority backgrounds, and over 100 languages are spoken in the borough. Our population is the fifth most ethnically diverse in the country... The borough ranks among the most deprived in the country with pockets of extreme deprivation in the east.... the population is estimated to reach 286,900 by 2020, an increase of 5.9% from 2015. By 2025, Haringey’s population is estimated to reach 300,600, an increase of 10.9% from 2015.

Population growth locally is due to higher annual births than annual deaths, and net migration gain driven by high annual international migration.

We all know that correlation is not causation, and that race alone is not an indicator of criminality. That being said, we cannot ascribe the case of Haringey to mere coincidence when taken with the sad corollaries in so many boroughs of London. Proclaiming not all is never an argument when faced with overwhelming evidence showing a significant over-representation.

In 2010, The Telegraph reported:

The official figures, which examine the ethnicity of those accused of violent offenses in London, suggest the majority of men held responsible by police for gun crimes, robberies, and street crimes are black...

The data provide a breakdown of the ethnicity of the 18,091 men and boys who police took action against for a range of violent and sexual offenses in London in 2009-10.

They show that among those proceeded against for street crimes, 54 percent were black; for robbery, 59 percent; and for gun crimes, 67 percent. Street crimes include muggings, assault with intent to rob and snatching property.

This was eight years ago. These statistics were the golden years in comparison to today. Incidentally, the Met Police lost their national statistics accreditation from the governing body in 2014, after it came to light that the police were misrepresenting data. I suppose they were racist numbers and had to be massaged to better represent the actual reality that diversity is our strength.

The point is that we have known for years that Black males are vastly over-represented in both crimes and as victims of violent crimes. Ignoring the problem in favor of pursuing "hate-crimes" and simply ignoring low-value crimes such as mugging and shoplifting has given a free ride to criminals across the city. Fewer police officers on the streets, shops looted with impunity and with a swift threat of violence to any citizen who dares defend themselves- for all know that London is truly lawless. The police cannot protect you from crime, but don’t complain. That could be hate speech.

We have 900+ specialist officers across London dedicated to investigating all hate crime. For more info visit https://t.co/VNyHq5vu5T #NHCAW pic.twitter.com/pp4XzyU5We

— Metropolitan Police (@metpoliceuk) October 19, 2017

“The black community has to look at itself and say that, at the end of the day, these figures suggest we are heavily – not casually – involved in violent crime. We are also involved in crime against ourselves – and we regularly attack each other.” ~Shaun Bailey, 2010

Instead of addressing this problem- which if we do genuinely have any concern about human life at all, we must- Cressida Dick and a compliant media will instead blame Twitter spats and request further censorship of the online world. Bear in mind, this is a milieu where writing Islam promotes killing people will already have your Twitter account deleted. What we need then is to make it impossible for anyone to say "for some reason, blacks and certain other minorities are statistically over-represented in violent crime and that needs addressing, or more people will die." Well, I have said it. Arrest me for caring about people enough to not want them to die on the streets of my lost and broken capital city.

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Why do the BBC and the Metropolitan Police make excuses for London becoming a Third World country? Well; the truth is racist.

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