Every time the usual suspects start wailing about police brutality, I want to drag them (forcibly if necessary) over to one of the many bodies of dead, black males killed by other black males who litter the streets of the ghetto. They'd be forced to gaze at the corpses for a period of time all the while being forced to answer the question: who killed this young black male?
Every time they said something other than another black male killed this black male, they'd get an electric jolt. Maybe eventually they'd learn to stop blaming their problems on outsiders.