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Breaking News: Racially Motivated Murder Under Investigation

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Atlanta, GA

The city of Atlanta is on edge, and racial tensions are high after a racially motivated murder that occurred last month in the downtown area. Atlanta police responded to a call concerning an African-American man dead on a sidewalk.  Upon their arrival, they saw the broken, and blood soaked body of Ja’Qu-on Mohamed laying in a pool of blood on the sidewalk.  As officers approached the scene, a person claiming to be a witness, Mike O’Malley, approached the officers. He claimed to have witnessed Mohamed leaping from the roof of a nearby apartment building, and falling to his death. After a cursory search of Mohamed’s body, police claim to have found a wallet containing Mohamed’s driver’s license which listed the apartment building as his place of residence.

According to police reports, officers searched the roof of the building, and discovered what appeared to be a recently used crack pipe, and a note signed by Mohamed stating that his recent firing from his job due to his crack habit and porn addiction has caused him to lose hope. The note went on to say that the author had lost his will to live, and the author intended to take his own life by jumping from the roof of his apartment building.

After an unusually short, and not very in-depth investigation, the Atlanta Police ruled the death a suicide, and released Mike O’Malley. The Atlanta Police Chief, who was fired last week due to his department’s handling of this heinous crime, said in an interview, “Look, Mr. Mohamed’s injuries were consistent with a fatal fall, there was cocaine in his system, and there was a suicide note. What other determination could have been made?”

Other determinations were made, however. Once news of the murder of Mohamed came to light, a host of celebrities, community organizers, and legal experts took to social media, and cable news shows to answer the embattled former Police Chief’s rhetorical question.

Actor Alec Baldwin, known for his insightful Twitter feed tweeted:

O’Malley was at the scene of the crime! How do you explain that? You bunch of inbred, mouthbreathing, racist, wingnuts!

Jesse Jackson was on Morning Joe where this exchange ensued:

Jackson: Joe, it is obvious to anyone with an open mind that O’Malley killed Mohamed because he was black man. This whole “witness” story is just O’Malley and the police covering up O’Malley’s part in the murder.

Scarborough: I know, right?

Even President Obama weighed in on this national tragedy. During a speech at the White House rose garden, the President said:

If I had a son, Mike O’Malley would have murdered him.

In a show of contrition to the morally superior public outcry, Georgia’s Attorney General appointed a special prosecutor to the case. During the investigation led by the special prosecutor it was learned that O’Malley voted against President Obama on two separate occasions. An offense that many describe as a clear indication of his latent racism. After that revelation, O’Malley was arrested for murder and hate crimes violations. The State is expected to seek the death penalty due to the racial component of this crime.

We will be following this story closely, and will report any breaking news.

 

 

 

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Written by YT

07/27/2013 at 2:57 pm

Eyes Open

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As I picked myself up off the ground, trying to digest the previous events, I couldn’t help but wonder, “How did everything go so wrong?” You have heard that the moment before you die your life flashes before your eyes. It almost seemed as if that would be a comfort. Death descending on you in flash, a brief, ethereal autobiographical slide-show, then cut to black. Almost like ripping off a bandage so the pain comes all at once instead of lingering indefinitely. The suffering would be over. I would get to be with the Heavenly Father, and walk His streets paved with gold. That was not to be my fate. I could see death coming, rolling slowly toward me. How long would my demise last? Days? Weeks? Months? The buzzards gathering, squawking, peering hungrily, salivating, do buzzards salivate, I don’t know, but they should. This is my inner monologue damn it, and buzzards can salivate here.

Funny, those carrion-eating sons of bitches were once my peers, my leaders, and my so-called friends. They were the “in” crowd, and I was part of that. They acted as though we were family. They spoke words of adoration, and acceptance. We spent time together, got to know one another, and I had supported them in their endeavors because I believed in them. I believed in what they stood for, and what they were striving towards. How many times over drinks had we airily discussed our vision of the world the way it should be? We wanted a world without hate, famine, disease, or war. We just wanted everyone to get along and be happy; is that so wrong?

I knew I was different from them. Most of them had never seen a cypress tree in person. They had never been to a crawfish boil, driven a pick-up truck, shot a firearm, or said y’all. I did everything I could to show that I was like them. I donated money to the right causes, I started listening to the right music, and saying the right things. I was, for all intents and purposes, one of them. How could they do this me? Why? What do they stand to gain? Are they all so devoid of sin? How is it possible that they in the world could be so perfect as to pass judgment so harshly?

Is it me? Is there really some scaly cold blooded, baby eating monster inside me? Am I possessed by some latent evil spirit that exerts dominion over my thoughts as a punishment for the sins of my people? Is it possible that the evils committed by unknown ancestors dead for centuries have delivered me unto this evil? Maybe so. I mean, in that one flash of a moment I lost control. Maybe that lack of control is some irrefutable evidence of this evil, unbeknownst to me, hiding just below my white skin.

That moment…

That one white hot moment that snapped the single hair holding the invisible sword that hung over my life has apparently made me worthy of eternal damnation in the eyes of the world. That one moment where fear, frustration, anger, and apparently original sin erupted from my white heart and caused to spill forth an unspeakable evil, an unforgivable sin that I cannot take back. When the evil spilled forth, I tried to stop it. Unfortunately, you cannot grasp sin with physical hands. There is no earthly strength that can hold sin back. That evil which must not be named burst from my lungs like the fiery breath of a dragon and immediately filled those who witnessed it with hatred as if I had burned down their thatch-roof cottages, or roasted their cherished family pets.

Those flames ignited the countryside, and spread to all the corners of Earth. It caused the peasants to gather with their torches and pitchforks. They surrounded me, fired their arrows, and threw their stones. I am pierced and battered; bleeding away everything I had built. Standing…waiting for death to take me, and the buzzards to pick my corpse clean, but I am standing.

Funny, I am standing. Death has not taken me yet. That fire that I sent out in my moment as a dragon has returned to me, but it does not burn me. It burns them! It frightens the peasants, and repels the buzzards! This is not the fire of sin and Hell. This is the fire of defiance. Defiance towards those that tricked me into supporting ideals that threaten to destroy everything built by my ancestors. Defiance towards a system that is tolerant of everything but defiance, and the death sentence imposed on my character by the hypocrites whom built that system.

Now, once again in the moment, my defiance gathers inside me, and the flame erupts once again from lungs, and leaves my mouth in a single words: Nigger!

Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? Shit, I guess I need to go cry to Matt Lauer.

Written by YT

06/29/2013 at 12:37 am