As we observe what is taking place in Sanford, Florida – not with the shooting of Trayvon Martin as such, but rather the parasites who are feeding from what is well on its way to becoming a carcass of a city – I’m sharing a syndicated column from 2006. I share it again to show that if you set up the lights, cameras, and the opportunity to blame the white man, Al Sharpton (and the other parasites) will come.
I wrote the following column six years ago and yet nothing has changed about the way Sharpton does business. My friends, it is up to those of us who understand the offense being perpetrated by Sharpton, Jackson, Obama, and their minions, to stand against it. We cannot suffer our communities to be destroyed by those who use racism and animus as currency to enrich their coffers, or in the case of Obama, for reelection. We must speak out – we must demand our community officials not capitulate to the pariahs who have made their fortunes by inciting unrest and hatred.
It is not easy for those of who fight against this, but fight against it we must, and that means all of us who love truth. On a very personal note, I confess that the ignorance of so many grieves me deeply. The following column could have been written today – I would only have needed to change the name of the city and the name of the criminal.
LIGHTS, CAMERA, SHARPTON:
Race is the viscous grease Al Sharpton uses to lubricate his flim-flam machine. Adding the “Reverend” moniker affords him cover by having a credible partner, i.e., God, who doesn’t want a cut of his ill-gotten gains. And not atypical of race-hucksters, he makes his choices based on what will garner him the most cachet.
Sharpton doesn’t care about right or wrong, innocence or guilt – he cares only that he is able to claim racial prejudice/intolerance as the primary causal factor of whatever cause celebre he stands to cash in on. The fact that the mainstream media present the endozoic Sharpton as a leader of “his” people is an affront to reasonable and cogent minds.
Sharpton is an opportunistic vulture, with nothing in his curriculum vitae that should elevate him above sidewalk minstrel, but to quote the great metaphysician, Don King, “only in America” – to which I add, “Can an Al Sharpton be heralded by the same liberals and mainstream media that curse and belittle Justice Clarence Thomas?”
With the Nov. 25 shooting death of 23 year-old Sean Bell by New York undercover police officers in the early morning hours of his wedding day, Sharpton is now being paraded around City Hall more than a dance hall madame in an old mining town on payday.
The death of Bell, was, in a word, the tragic (even if predictable) end of a wasted life. However, that cannot be said of two heroes viciously murdered, execution style, on March 10, 2003, in the line of duty. Two black heroes Sharpton refuses to acknowledge.
Detective Rodney Andrews and Detective James Nemorin were part of the Cobra Team of the NYPD firearms unit, working undercover to break up and arrest a gang of gunrunning teens operating out of a black, Staten Island public housing project. Detective Andrews, age 34, left behind two sons. Detective Nemorin, age 36, left behind a wife and three young children. They left behind clean records as citizens, accomplishment and a world in which they tried to make a difference.
Bell, at the very best, left behind children out of wedlock and a life of crime, drugs and guns. It is doubtful (albeit unconfirmed at this writing) if he finished high school. He had no real job and no real prospects for the future. And no, I’m not saying he should have been gunned down by police in the street – unless they were acting in self-defense.
One of the many things I find so offensive about Sharpton is, unlike Jesse Jackson, there is credible evidence he was called to be a preacher. However, the lure of riches and fame has blinded him to the “Truth of Him” he was called to proclaim. We are forced to ask what kind of man, much less a so-called preacher, can praise evil and curse good?
Almost as egregious is the community’s now making a saint out of the gang banger-criminal wannabe, who did nothing for the neighborhood but prey upon it and drag it further down into the abyss of drugs, guns and violence. And all of this while Mayor Bloomberg looks like a deer caught in the stage lights of the Al Sharpton show.
Ultimately, we will witness all of the usual race-baiters doing a “bash the police” and “black people got it so bad” face-time tour through New York. But I guarantee not one of them will stop to visit the families of Detectives Nemorin and Andrews.
They will curse the police and pontificate, while Bloomberg decides how much of the city he will give away to appease Sharpton. The police will be sued and probably lose – in which case a worthless lawyer will get richer, the police will be further emasculated, the family will squander the settlement money, and the squalid neighborhoods they live in will continue to be held hostage by drugs, guns and death. The next time police have to defend themselves, the perpetrator will be the kindest, gentlest, most wonderful human being ever to have been born – even if he was beating one of his girlfriends, selling guns and dope, and high on crack 15 minutes before the police were forced to intervene.
I find it interesting that these people continue to demand that police be held accountable, but when will they hold themselves and their own accountable? Why is it they don’t give a twit about black gang bangers killing one another, they certainly don’t care about black gang bangers murdering police, as evidenced by their proud indifference to the murders of Andrews and Nemorin. Why aren’t Sharpton and the so-called leaders in those housing projects identifying gangs and working with police to rid their neighborhoods of that element? Wouldn’t a real man of God be more interested in reaching the people and neighborhood for Jesus than he would be in hustling the police department and mayor for filthy lucre? But then, I guess I answer my own question. (WND.com; 12/5/06)