What Really Happened that Day in the Michael Brown Shooting
Let me tell you what happened on the 9th of August in the year of our Lord 2014 in Ferguson, Missouri when an African-American teen was shot by police. I am presenting two versions, only one of which really happened. First the fantastical, absurd version as presented by Al Sharpton:
Michael Brown, a college-bound young man is innocently walking along with his friend when a white cop pulls alongside and asks, "Where are you going, boy?"
Michael, a gentle soul, politely responds, "I'm heading home to get ready for college, sir."
The white cop, who cannot stand the thought of a young black man trying to make something of himself, for no good reason pulls in front of Michael and kicks opens the squad-car door slamming it into the poor youth forcing him to reel back from the impact, twirl around and fall on his knees, his back to the white cop.
The white cop pulls out his 45 caliber lethal weapon and yells out "FREEZE, NIGGER!"
Michael raises his hands in the universal sign for surrender and pleads: "Please don't shoot, officer."
Despite that, the white cop, a racist like most white people, and who hadn't killed a black person lately, ignores his pleas and fires a dozen steel-cored, Teflon-coated, armor-piercing bullets into the back of a defenseless Michael Brown.
As Michael lay groaning on the pavement, the white racist cop kicks him over onto his back and then, execution style, pops a cap into his head.
Now read the following which is what really happened:
Less than 15 minutes before the shooting, Michael Brown strong-armed a convenience store clerk and stole a $50 box of cigarillos. Walking back home with his homie in the middle of the road, obstructing traffic because he didn't give a shit about anyone else, he was observed by a cop who was responding to a call about a robbery although the cop did not initially suspect Michael in that robbery.
The cop politely asked them to get out of the middle of the street. Michael ignored the request and told the cop that they were almost home and to f*ck off. The cop then noticed that Michael is carrying a box of cigarillos that were part of the call regarding the convenience store robbery. Suspecting that the pair might the perpetrators, he pulled his vehicle in front of them and tried to get out of the squad car. Michael, afraid that the cop was wise to his recent robbery, kicked the door back, pushed the officer back into the car and jumped into the car.
Michael, a hulking 6 foot 4 inch, 295 pound behemoth, pummeled the cop's face, and tried to get the cop's gun. When that failed he tried to make a run for it. The officer yelled "Freeze" at the back of escaping thug.
Michael stopped, raised his hands, turned around and taunted the cop, "You ain't gonna shoot me, are you?" and suddenly bum rushed the officer. Fearing for his life, the cop yelled, "Stop," and realizing that the thug wasn't stopping, then fired a few rounds. Seeing that Michael was still coming at him, the cop fired a few more times which still didn't stop the rushing monster until the cop fired a bullet into Michael's head.
But those protesting the shooting death of Michael Brown, see photo above, are not interested in what really happened, they need the apocryphal version spouted by the likes of Al Sharpton because they need an excuse to pardon their poverty, their lack of education, their joblessness and so it is a welcome thing when black demagogues blame whitey's racism for their failure to succeed in this country.
As I wrote in my article Racism Is a Tactic to Keep Poor People Poor: "[Black demagogues like Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson] cannot wait for a young black man to be killed so that they can spin their white racist hatred."
