Posted on 03/30/2017 1:21:16 AM PDT by Kaslin
Nobody had to tell Corrina Mehiel about the white privilege that killed her. It was a major focus of her life as a white Social Justice Warrior disguised as an artist.
Earlier this month, that work took her to George Washington University in the nation’s capital. There she was part of a project drawing attention to one feature of white privilege or another.
This time, lead paint in old houses occupied predominantly by black people.
Just a few days after she was photographed with Nancy Pelosi grinning in approval, friends found Mehiel tied up, stabbed, tortured, and ultimately dead at the hands of El Hadji Alpha Madiou Toure, a black man arrested driving her car and using her debit card.
He said he didn’t do it.
Even the newest practitioner of Critical Race Theory learns that the expectation of safety is a white thing: Black people don’t have it. So why should white people think they deserve it?
That is what activists by the score told Tracey Halvorsen, in response to her article titled “Baltimore, You Are Breaking My Heart,” detailing the day to day black on white harassment, threats, violence and murder in her gentrified Baltimore neighborhood. All detailed in that scintillating best seller Don’t Make the Black Kids Angry.
(Excerpt) Read more at americanthinker.com ...
:: El Hadji Alpha Madiou Toure, a black man arrested driving her car and using her debit card. He said he didn’t do it ::
I suspect a Subaru was involved. And, let’s not avoid the obvious..
El Hadji Alpha Madiou ‘DinDooNuffin’ Toure
Even then the gang culture of violence,racial hate and rejection of white America and it's social and cultural norms was overwhelmingly bad .
Since then has gotten progressively worse and it has metastasized to become main stream culture.
It is something well meaning, normal middle class Americans simply cannot understand until they have lived it.
This guy’s birth name was Ellie Brown. Is he a muslim convert?
And he should have still been in prison.
“James E. Bradford Jr., a spokesman for the sheriff ‘s office in Bradley County, Tenn., said Toure pleaded guilty in October 2006 under his birth name, Ellie Brown, to two counts of robbery. He was sentenced to eight years in prison and served one year before being released on probation. A warrant charging him with violating the terms of his probation was filed Thursday.”
I am in full ageeement with the founding fathers on this subject.
Here’s an unrelated news story about another liberal (writer) who was robbed at gunpoint while walking on the sidewalk midafternoon.
The robbers were in a stolen vehicle and when her report went over the air, officers in the area spotted the vehicle and gave chase (the drivers wrecked the stolen vehicle as often happens).
They were apprehended (apparently they were on a crime spree) and when the prosecutor wanted the lib to press charges (because for some undisclosed reason, the car theft and other crimes were NOT being prosecuted), she could only think of the damage she was going to do to these young mens’ lives.
What Happens After You Get Robbed in Broad Daylight in Montrose
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2016 AT 6 A.M.
...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.
...Turns out, the teens were suspected of robbing four other people before me that day — I was the last victim. Police said they had jumped some people at Walmart and had stolen that red Jeep from a woman at a car wash who was vacuuming the interior, whose toddler-aged daughter was playing in the backseat at the time the boys approached her with the gun. Her car was now totaled, resting atop the smashed front porch, its front bumper falling into the man-made ditch.
I recovered my laptop from the rubble, along with my charger and also my phone case in the car’s front seat. But the rest, including the actual phone, was nowhere to be found. Distracted at the scene, however, by jokes made by the policemen and by my own thankfulness that I was, well, alive, I didn’t care to think about what I had lost. It wasn’t until I got home that night that I even realized my legs were shaking, and it wasn’t until I woke up with the song “Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun” by the Beastie Boys stuck in my head that I thought perhaps it might take my psyche longer to recover than I would like to believe....
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....
...Two days after the robbery, I returned to my car to find that some heartless robot meter maid had stuck a parking ticket on my windshield while I was, yes, at the police station. I had even left a note: “Was robbed. No money. At HPD picking up police report. Plz don’t ticket.”
Just my luck.
Don't forget the added security a sanctuary city brings...
Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?
I like this part from an article linked in this one...
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“Some liberals, most of which are ego-soaked, look for ways to support their self-perceived importance so they champion imaginary causes for that purpose,” Newburn said. “They are adult-children who feel free to construct fantasies about their greatness. Their narcissism in part functions to blind them to inconvenient realities. So to compensate, they idealize the targets of their misdirected and pathological ‘caring.’”
The enablers are just as guilty as the predators. More Newburn:
“They perpetuate misery by defending the indefensible such as widespread black predation and other crimes. It causes too much cognitive dissonance and confusion, and it doesn’t comport with their imagined status as a great liberator and defender of their chosen imagined, downtrodden group.”
Today, Newburn is an adjunct professor of psychology at Lake Superior State University. But for the last 30 years, he toiled in Michigan courts and prisons as a forensic/clinical psychologist. That’s a long time watching white liberals trying to ignore, deny and condone black mob violence and black criminality.
“Reality will only disrupt their fantasies as all-knowing and all-protecting avengers. Maturity is sometimes defined as when a person ends illusions in their thinking, and accepts reality, no matter how distasteful. I apply that same definition to the grounded, peaceful, law-abiding, sane, and stable.
“Over the years I’ve examined and found a trait of sociopath in most liberals. They have this sadistic gratification in creating or fomenting social chaos and conflicts, then, presenting themselves as ‘above it all,’ they arrive to fix the problem they themselves caused or perpetuated. Think of it as mental illness. A Munchausen by Proxy Syndrome, but on a very large scale.”
Read more: http://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2014/12/black_crime_claims_life_of_apologist_for_black_crime.html#ixzz4cnffZbrD
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Yeah, Rafer, that's how it works. Another clueless, future victim.
Liberalism can be a deadly disease.
SJW — Suicidal Juvenile Whites?
works for me.
Whites in general, but young women need to get smarter- they are dealing with ferals not civilized humans.
Nobody converts to Islam for good reasons.
white social justice snowflakes thinking they can make a difference, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
If he did convert, it was probably in prison.
Only two places for these inhuman thugs. A cage or a hole.
Pick one.
He ‘Dindu Nuffin’...
>> So why should white people think they deserve it?
Only stupid white liberals think that white people think we deserve safety.
This is why we lock our homes and cars, install alarm systems, jump through hoops to get concealed carry permits, devote time and money to the shooting range, and carry a gun to shoot the SOB who thinks he will infringe on my BASIC HUMAN RIGHT to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
I hope she didn’t procreate before she died at the hands of the feral animal that she looked at as a sort of pet.
If only it were that simple. No cliché is less true.
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