This is a long read about the role of fatherlessness, an unstable home life, leck of parenting, the media, and race pimps,
Sudden death on Canfield Drive in Ferguson Jesse Lee Peterson uncovers the real story of Michael Brown August 9, 2015
DEATH ON CANFIELD DRIVE
By Jesse Lee Peterson
If he slept at all the night before – and that much is doubtful – Michael Brown woke up at his grandmother’s apartment on the morning of August 9, angry. He did not know this would be the last day of his life. He probably didn’t care.
How do I know this? I know it in part by researching Brown’s history, in part by observing his actions later that day, and in part by having been where Michael Brown was. When I was younger, anger drove me almost as hard as it drove him. Many of the same things that angered Michael, angered me. For years, I drank deeply from a toxic spring of hatred. I consumed the poison. I wallowed in it. Thank God, I lived long enough to find the antidote. Michael did not. The poison – not Officer Darren Wilson – killed him before he had a chance.
Wilson fired repeatedly as Brown rushed him. As Wilson knew from experience, an angry, charging three-hundred-pounder is no more “unarmed” than a bull in a bullring. The initial hits to Michael’s right arm scarcely slowed him down. The closer Michael got, the more accurate Wilson’s aim grew. Finally, a shot to the top of Michael’s head as he lunged toward Wilson ended the showdown on Canfield Drive. The neighbors who had not seen the shooting already knew the story line. Two years earlier, the media had walked them through it in the shooting death of Trayvon Martin in Florida. There, they were told, this innocent little “boy,” on the way back from getting his “brother” some Skittles and iced tea, was stalked and shot by a racist thug named Zimmerman, who, if he wasn’t exactly white, was white enough.
The neighbors never learned just how closely Trayvon’s life – and death – paralleled Michael’s. When Trayvon was three, his father, Tracy Martin, had left home too. For the next twelve years, Trayvon spent most of his time at the home of Alicia Stanley, Tracy Martin’s second wife. When Trayvon was fifteen, Tracy left Alicia for a woman named Brandy Green, and Trayvon lost his home again. The boy was shattered. Alicia had been his rock. “I’m the one that went to them football games,” Alicia told CNN’s Anderson Cooper. “I’m the one that was there when he was sick.” After the shooting, Alicia was treated as if she did not exist. The same was true for Brandy Green. For the sake of the cameras, Tracy had to be reunited with Sybrina Fulton, Trayvon’s birth mom. It made for a better image.
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Although no one much wanted Michael around when he was alive, apparently everyone wanted a piece of him when he was dead.
And once again, despite all the investigations and the findings of a grand jury, Ferguson is in meltdown.
"Ferguson Demonstrations: Authorities Declare State of Emergency in St. Louis County"
"St. Louis authorities declared a state of emergency Monday as they prepared for a second night of protests marking a year since a police officer killed Ferguson teen Michael Brown.
The move was announced by St. Louis County Executive Steve Stenger, who cited the violence that marred protests Sunday night in Ferguson.
"The recent acts of violence will not be tolerated in a community that has worked so tirelessly over the last year to rebuild and become stronger," Stenger said in a statement.
The St. Louis County Prosecuting Attorney's Office announced criminal charges against a man authorities say exchanged gunfire with police officers Sunday night. Tyrone Harris, 18, who remained hospitalized in critical condition, was charged with four counts of assault on law enforcement, five counts of armed criminal action, and one count of shooting at a motor vehicle.
As authorities girded for another tumultuous night, police arrested non-violent protesters outside the federal courthouse in St. Louis following a noontime march through the city's downtown.
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A few miles away, in the city of Ferguson, business owners spent Monday morning cleaning up damage done by vandals overnight, when protests commemorating the anniversary of Brown's death spun into violence, culminating with the shooting of a young man by plainclothes officers who said he'd shot at them."
Quote: Sanguine wrote in post #2An awesome and brutal read.
Reading it I grew VERY angry at the progressives that set up and continue 'Uncle Sam's Plantation'. They have a lot of blood on their hands. Neither Michael Brown's nor Officer Darren Wilson's life mean anything to them. The plantation was designed to pander to the dark side of human nature and make Michael Brown's fate almost inevitable.
The Plantation also creates a conflict between classes that can be labeled racism.
Quote: Sanguine wrote in post #2An awesome and brutal read.
Reading it I grew VERY angry at the progressives that set up and continue 'Uncle Sam's Plantation'. They have a lot of blood on their hands. Neither Michael Brown's nor Officer Darren Wilson's life mean anything to them. The plantation was designed to pander to the dark side of human nature and make Michael Brown's fate almost inevitable.
The Plantation also creates a conflict between classes that can be labeled racism.
As I read it, I felt bad for Michael Brown. He never had a chance. Throwaway kid. He chose wrong and paid for it, but so much in his life worked to make him think that it was the correct choice. It doesn't look like there were ANY positive, empowering influences in his life, and if there were, they were overwhelmed by the negatives.
Can you believe I just saw this? How timely is that? Very depressing, but powerful.
Thank you.
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It's hit a point where if there is a confrontation between police and a black person, and the MSM drops it real fast, there truly was police over reaction.
However if the MSM gloms onto it, and Zero's brown shirts from BLM are bused in, I know if I wait a few days to find out what scum (as Greenfiled writes) the 'victim is.
Illegitimi non Carborundum
During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.