Posted on 06/24/2020 1:04:57 PM PDT by C19fan
When Shari Albers moved three decades ago into Powderhorn Park, a tree-lined Minneapolis neighborhood known as a haven to leftist activists and bohemian artists like herself, she went to work sprucing it up.
(Excerpt) Read more at nytimes.com ...
Red Dreher at American Conservative has more parts of the article:
Mass insanity in America
This progressive white dude was robbed at gunpoint by two black teenagers. He called the cops. But now he feels bad about it:
Two days after an initial conversation, his position had evolved. “Been thinking more about it,” he wrote in a text message. “I regret calling the police. It was my instinct but I wish it hadn’t been. I put those boys in danger of death by calling the cops.”
They have announced to the world that blacks should come there and commit whatever crimes they like. Of course most blacks aren’t interested, but the ones who are ... oh boy!
he called them boys ...
Good grief, the patronizing insanity of white liberals is unbelievable.
Honestly, they deserve what’s coming. I hope it hurts.
These are the type of fools who would follow Jim Jones to Guyana. If they’re so overwwhelmed by their White guilt and privilege...well.. suicide IS the sincerst form of self criticism. just sayin’
“I put those boys in danger of death” ... “boys”? What a racist.
Stupid is as stupid does!
As obnoxious as “Welcome refugees” signs of a few years back. It will end the same way.
Has Dreher endorsed Biden yet?
Reminds me of this lib writer who gives an account of being robbed at gunpoint and being reluctant to be the only witness to attempt to prosecute the young perps.
What Happens After You Get Robbed in Broad Daylight in Montrose
MEAGAN FLYNN | SEPTEMBER 20, 2016 | 6:00AM
https://www.houstonpress.com/news/what-happens-after-you-get-robbed-in-broad-daylight-in-montrose-8784434
https://www.houstonpress.com/content/printView/8784434
... I thought to myself, “What a beautiful day to be lost on a walk,” and it was just then that a red Jeep drove past me.
I saw it stop and park alongside the street just ahead of me, thinking nothing of it except wondering how much it cost — I had been car shopping lately. As I passed the Jeep, I heard a door open. And before I could even finish the thought “how strange,” a man — a boy, rather — grabbed me from behind and put his hand over my mouth.
I tried to scream and it came out muffled. I looked up, and a baby-faced guy was pointing a gun at my face, its barrel staring me in the eye. He said, “Give us your purse,” and I let it go. He saw I had a phone, and the man-boy holding me from behind pried it out of my hand.
They took off and hopped in the car, speeding away...
...Once unafraid to traipse around the New York City subway system alone at 2 a.m., I still find myself unable to walk even ten feet without looking over my shoulder, whether in daytime or at night, whether alone or surrounded by people. I catch myself jumping whenever someone walks too close to me, or dangles his keys behind me on a sidewalk, or even yells too loudly behind me in a bar. I assume every car parked with its lights on along the curb is dangerous, and I cross the street to avoid it.
Prosecutors started contacting me in early September, wondering how I was feeling, needing me to write a victim-impact statement, asking me whether I preferred the two juveniles be certified to stand trial as adults for the aggravated robbery charges. I said I did not prefer it, hoping they would outgrow their rather reckless and violent moneymaking scheme soon and would perhaps consider getting jobs at restaurants or grocery stores or something normal like that.
Soon, however, prosecutors informed me that charges against two of the robbers — including the 19-year-old, who faces five to 99 years or life — might be dropped altogether, because I could not ID them. There had been some confusion: Despite my insistence to the police that I saw only one of their faces, for some reason, one officer wrote that I had positively identified all of them. Prosecutors later discovered another report that accurately reflected what I said, and they started to develop a few doubts about convicting two of the robbers without my being certain of their identities — something I could appreciate as a criminal justice reporter all too familiar with faulty eyewitness ID. Yet, again for some odd reason, charges were not filed in the cases of the four other people robbed that day, apparently leaving the fate of the cases on my shoulders alone.
I let it serve as a reminder that, despite my positive experience with the police — an experience I understand has not been the same for all other people — there are still an untold number of kinks in the criminal justice system left to be smoothed out. It has been strange to be on the other side of the table, as a journalist used to writing so often about crimes against strangers — then suddenly finding my own name listed in the court records I so routinely read for others: the accused did then and there INTENTIONALLY AND KNOWINGLY PLACE MEAGAN FLYNN IN FEAR OF IMMINENT BODILY INJURY AND DEATH. The sentence about startled me out of my office chair.
I remain convinced, whether or not it is true, that the fear is only temporary, that it will turn into merely a story suitable for dinner parties about some crazy thing that happened to me once. ...
I swear somewhere along the way Americans have become utterly brain dead. It is staggering.
THis is the one place where it is important to broadcast the actual statistics.
You are NOT putting a black person at risk of death by calling police, any more than you are putting him at risk of death by letting him leave you and move on.
If you call police, they will come and arrest him.
If you don’t, he might walk out into the street and get hit by a car, or get into a car and have an accident, or get mugged on his way home, or get shot by a stray bullet, or get killed by the next person he robs who might have a gun.
Nobody has a clue what will kill someone, but with 375 million police encounters a year, and 1000 killings, most of them because the suspect pulled a weapon on the police, the probability of a black person being killed, or even assaulted, by a specific police officer on a specific call is astoundingly small, much less than the chance they might get killed in a hammer attack, or die of a drug overdose.
What sick freakin’ people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel so sorry for this kid...
Patty Hearst learned to love her SLA captors who raped and abused her and kept her locked in a closet.
It’s called brainwashing and Stockholm Syndrome.
Not doing drugs and not committing crimes are just too difficult for them.
The Stupid is strong in these people.
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