Who knew that Trayvon Martin had morphed from this angelic picture of a 12-year-old into a 6â2â³ 17-year-old body builder? Were there no up to date photographs of him to plaster the country with? No matter, he has been immortalised in his cherubic period.
Who knew that the Hispanic George Zimmerman was considerably âdarkerâ than this photograph taken under the harsh glare of forensic evidence gathering? Were there no smiling photographs of a relaxed George to plaster the country with? No matter, he has been immortalised in his evil almost-white racist period.
Every week since Trayvon Martin was shot, every week, over 100 young black teenagers have been shot dead in the US, 94% of them shot by another young black man.
We donât hear of them. We donât see smiling pictures of their innocent young faces. We donât see grim mug shots of their murderers, man-slaughterers, aggravated assaulters, nor, final insult from a prosecution that seemed unable to make up its mind as to what they were prosecuting â âfelony murderers in the course of child abuseâ. Huh, âTerminal paedophilia with Prejudiceâ .
There is only one reason why. Racism. The racism that dare not speak its name.
The racism that can live, if not cheerfully, at least uncomplainingly, with most of the 5,942 âchildren merely walking home with a packet of sweeties in their pocketâ who end up with a bullet through the head simply because someone âhad a gunâ and âbecause they couldâ; because one of their black brethren thought theyâd looked at his girl friend funny, or failed to drop to their knees in obeisance and ârespectâ on passing them outside MacDonalds. Occasionally there is a flurry of local outcry as when a stray bullet from all those âfriendly encountersâ on street corners fatally lodged itself in 7-year-old Heaven Sutton in Chicago. But then she was female.
The racism that appeals to voters by saying âif I had a son he would look like Trayvon Martinâ.
The racism that allowed Rachel Jeantel to report to the court that Trayvon had told her that a âcreepy-ass crackerâ was following him. The origins of the derogatory term âcrackerâ are obscure; derived from a description of the whip-cracking drovers who herded livestock and later attributed to slave overseers. There has been little comment on that piece of bigotry, yet the only other mention of race in the evidence was Zimmermanâs answer to the dispatcher who asked him whether the âsuspicious personâ seen loitering outside homes was âwhite, black, or hispanicâ. âHe looks blackâ said Zimmerman, to the later dismay of the racist commentariat who would have loved him to reply along the lines of âlooks like a thieving blackââ¦..
The racism that allows the US Justice Department to say that Zimmerman might be prosecuted again in a civil court for âcivil rights infringementsâ.
The racism that allows âcivil rights leaderâ Al Sharpton to say the verdict was a âslap in the face for the American peopleâ. He doesnât mean all the American people.
The racism that allows a prosecutor to say that Zimmerman has ânot been found innocent, but not guiltyâ.
The racism that allowed the Orlando police to make preparation for riots if Zimmerman was found not guilty â no apparent preparations were made to contain outrage on the part of the non-black population if Zimmerman had been found guilty â they were expected to calmly accept the verdict of a jury.
Does anybody even care about the finer details of who hit who first, which Mother was right to claim ownership of the cries for help from âher babyâ. Whether Zimmerman, an American âNorris Coleâ by all accounts, was right to challenge the hooded figure he thought was acting suspiciously, or whether the âangelic Trayvonâ was right to beat him to the ground for showing disrespect by challenging him. Was Zimmerman right to shoot a man who was bashing his head on the pavement?
Does anybody care about anything other than the fact that Zimmerman was âalmost whiteâ and Trayvon was honest to goodness âblackâ.
Racial bigotry has been whipped up by every news station and every newspaper. It is the new cold war. Politics is no longer the art of debate in the Senate or the House of Commons, but the art of using your chosen media organ to whip up emotive support for âyour sideâ.
Tomorrow, in Britain, we will see the same process being applied to the NHS report. Not racism in this case, but class warfare.