What Happens When The Circus Leaves?

In another few days the camera trucks and news crews will pack up and leave Sanford, Florida. Sharpton, Jackson, and whatever members of the New Black Panther Party who haven’t been arrested, will also crawl back to the Erebusic lagoons from whence they were spawned. The circus will be officially over. Newspapers will stop printing the stories, the entertainment will be over except for a blurb every once in a while, that references the tragic events.

And what will have been accomplished? The only thing left not done at this point, is for the knuckleheads to set fire to their own neighborhoods, and there’s still time left for that. Everyone will have cashed in on the unfortunate circumstances but the Martin family and Mr. Zimmerman, but the affected families.

The neighborhoods, will have the appearance of a war zones, even if they aren’t set afire. The looting of stores has already begun – after all, no honest criminal is willing to bypass the opportunity to loot when it presents itself. Windows will be broken, trash and debris will be ankle deep, stores and small businesses will have suffered loss – some to the point of being forced out of business. What few jobs that there were for those with no marketable employment skills, will be gone and for many, what little they had will be loss.

And what will have been accomplished? What justice will have been served? After the hate, threats, and hurtful rhetoric has left town, what will be left? Will any of this bring Martin back? Will Zimmerman be better off because he was forced to defend himself? Will flowers and poetry suddenly spring forth? The answer to all of the questions is, of course, no.

But as it is after every incident like this the people who remain behind are always worse off than before the camera trucks and the race whores showed up. They will feel used, but will not know who to blame, ergo the blame will be assigned to the ever present boogie man – police, whites, conservatives, ad nauseum.

Businesses will no longer operate in certain parts of the city, increasing the difficulty for those without transportation, to get things we take for granted. Property and casualty insurance will spike. Damaged properties, that were either uninsured or underinsured will now hasten their decline into depressed ghettoes, and at some point a mural of Martin will appear on a building.

There will be continued talk of retribution, and hatred will flow from pulpits that should be preaching redemption through Jesus Christ. Schools will become more divided and there will be fewer services. Fewer opportunities, fewer banks, fewer opportunities for credit, and what services and stores that remain will be greatly limited. Grocery stores will be reduced to the dollar store and discount variety.

When the circus leaves town what will remain? What remains will be hurt, pain, disillusionment, anger, confusion, disaffection, misplaced feelings of betrayal, hopelessness, misplaced feelings of distrust, increased prices, fewer jobs, fewer stores to shop at, fewer entertainment opportunities that we take for granted, more trash, more crime, the life of one person snuffed out, the life the another forever changed, the lives of two families forever altered, and the rhetoric of fools who will preach revolution and the “white man owes” you.

All of this and more will be left behind when the circus of race whores and pimps rolls out of town. But there will always be next year, when there will be an anniversary of the lost of Martin’s life – then again, maybe not. After all of the vile vitriol, threats, ugliness, grandstanding, pontificating, demands, and lawsuits – what will be left?