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The #LaquanMcDonald Farce

Posted on | November 27, 2015 | 134 Comments

PCP (phencyclidine) is a dangerous drug. It is a depressant, originally marketed as an animal tranquilizer. Taken orally in moderate dosage, PCP produces a mellow high. However, when used as “angel dust” — sprinkled onto marijuana and smoked — PCP induces a sort of instant psychosis, which can include violent craziness. One evening in the summer of 1975, at an apartment in Mableton . . .

Well, there’s no point telling that story now, eh?

If anyone needs expert testimony on the effects of PCP, however, let me know. The statute of limitations has almost certainly expired by now, although I am prepared to invoke my right to remain silent and have my attorney present during questioning. Meanwhile, in Chicago . . .

Laquan McDonald had PCP in his system on Oct. 20, 2014. We know this from the autopsy performed after McDonald, 17, decided to exercise his constitutional right to vandalize cars and stagger down the middle of Pulaski Road, brandishing a knife at the Chicago police officers who were trying to arrest him. The coroner’s conclusion was that the cause of Laquan’s death was institutional racism.

And also, 16 shots from Officer Jason Van Dyke’s 9-mm pistol:

Laquan McDonald walks down the middle of Pulaski Road toward the flashing blue lights of the police cruisers trying to stop him. With a tug of his pants and a quickened step, the teen veers away from them.
Two officers jump from their vehicle, guns drawn. McDonald keeps moving, apparently trying to pass the officers who are several feet to his left. McDonald, holding something in his right hand, swings his right arm in the split second before an officer opens fire.
The force of the bullets spins McDonald around. His legs stiffen as he falls backward to the pavement. The teen rolls onto his right side in the middle of the roadway.
There is no sound on the controversial dash-cam video released late Tuesday afternoon by the city, only startling images that show a white Chicago police officer unloading 16 rounds on an African-American teen, who though armed with a small knife appeared to be trying to get away, police said. The video captures 15 seconds of shooting. For 13 seconds of it, McDonald is lying on the street.
Two clouds of smokelike debris silently puff upward immediately after McDonald falls. His head appears to lift, his arm moves. Then more bullets. Another cloud of white debris kicks up from behind his head.
And then it is over. The teen lies on the road for nearly a minute alone.
Chicago police Officer Jason Van Dyke has been charged with first-degree murder in the October 2014 slaying of McDonald, who suffered multiple gunshot wounds to his chest, scalp, neck, back, arms and right hand and leg in the shooting in the 4100 block of South Pulaski Road.
Van Dyke, 37, has been ordered held without bail until at least his next court appearance Monday.

Racism is the only issue in this case, we are expected to conclude. This is what we are told to think every time something like the Laquan McDonald shooting happens anywhere in America. The media narrative is always the same: Evil honky cop shooting innocent teenage honor student — Saint Laquan of Pulaski Road — and we must ignore every other circumstance except race: White cop, dead black kid.

The problem with this narrative, however, is that it requires us to sympathize with a criminal teenage dopehead. And it is very difficult for me to think of a criminal teenage dopehead as a victim of society, because I used to be a criminal teenage dopehead.

Fear and Loathing on Gordon Road

My buddy and I were desperate to get high that evening in 1975. Even though I only had my learner’s permit — still a few months away from my 16th birthday — somehow I got the keys to my Dad’s old car, and we went to an apartment off Gordon Road in Mableton, near Charlie Brown Airport. The dude who lived there might have some dope, my buddy said. When we got there, however, the dude said all he had was a few roaches left over in the ashtray. OK, so we picked through these roaches hoping to scavenge enough weed to roll a slender “pin” joint (the papers were strawberry Reefer Rollers, as I recall) when there was a knock at the apartment door. We hid the weed while our host answered the door. His greeting to the new guest was enthusiastic.

“Dave! Where you been, man?”

“Just got back from California,” said the long-haired dude, as he shrugged himself out of the straps of a drab green backpack. He had hitched his way cross-country, Dave explained. He and our host talked, while at the kitchen table, I was picking apart the roaches to try to get enough weed to roll a tiny joint. Noticing my efforts, Dave said, “Hey, little man, what you doin’?” Trying to make a joint from these roaches, I said.

“Well, f–k that sh-t, man!” Dave said, laughing as he undid the top flap of his backpack — stuffed full with several pounds of weed in fat “five-finger”one-ounce baggies. He tossed an ounce on the table.

“Roll one, man,” Dave said.

“Far out,” I said.

Bringing back this load of marijuana was, of course, the whole purpose of Dave’s journey to California and back to Georgia. In the mid-1970s, dopeheads were everywhere and law enforcement was clearly losing the War on Drugs. Efforts by the Nixon and Ford administration had managed to impede the flow of marijuana imported from Mexico, ending the era of the $15 ounce of “Acapulco Gold.” But market economics being a constant factor in human affairs, the extraordinary demand for the product generated huge incentives for the entrepreneurs on the supply side of this equation. Yes, my friends, capitalism can accomplish amazing feats, such as a hippie-looking dude thumbing rides all the way across the continent to deliver a felony-weight load of contraband to an apartment in Mableton, Georgia. God bless America!

Patriotic admiration for Our Nation’s Free Enterprise System wasn’t what 15-year-old me was thinking about when Dave plopped that fat ounce of weed on the table, of course. No, I was about to get high, the Prime Directive of my adolescent existence, and I was just one among millions of Teenage Dopeheads toking our way through the Seventies, which was simultaneously (a) an abysmal era of economic stagnation, social upheaval and foreign-policy disasters, and also (b) The Most Awesome Party-Down Decade in the History of the World.

Dude, I saw Aerosmith when they were the opening act for the Jeff Beck Group and Rod Stewart and the Faces at the Omni in Atlanta. Because I was stoned out of my mind, I don’t actually remember much from that concert, except that I went with Tony Wheeler, whose sister Becky I’d made out with during a trip the Douglas County High School Marching Tiger Band made to Disney World in 1974. Becky played the flute in the band and I played the trombone, but this isn’t a story about Becky or marching band or Becky’s brother Tony or seeing Aerosmith in concert, is it? No, obviously I have digressed . . .

This is a story about the Deadly Menace of Dangerous Narcotics, specifically that fat ounce of weed that Dave tossed onto the kitchen table in that apartment on Gordon Road, where I’d gone with a dope buddy hoping to get high. While I was rolling a joint from this unexpected bounty, Dave explained that this was Columbian Gold, laced with “THC.” Here it is necessary to explain that, when PCP became a popular illegal drug in the mid-1970s, it was falsely marketed as THC — tetrahydrocannabinol, the active hallucinogenic agent in marijuana. Why drug dealers circa 1974-75 resorted to this deception, I don’t know, but probably telling freaks they were using “THC” seemed more glamorous than telling them they were getting high on dog tranquilizers. Whatever the reason, what dopeheads in the mid-’70s usually called “T” was always some kind of PCP, perhaps mixed with other drugs. The first time I used “T” was in a small reddish-orange pill, but later we got “T” in powder form, when it was also known as “angel dust.” You could snort it — which was the most common way, in my experience — but you could also “cook” it (heating it up in a spoon) to liquefy it and inject it with a hypodermic needle. Once I watched one of my dope buddies “mainline” (inject intravenously) some of the stuff, but I never could stand needles myself, despite my otherwise all-encompassing enthusiasm for the Deadly Menace of Dangerous Narcotics.

It is when PCP is smoked, however, that it is really dangerous, as I learned that night in 1975 when we smoked the “dusted” weed Dave had brought back from California. It was very harsh on the lungs. The first toke caused painful spasms of coughing. After three tokes, I’d had all I could stand. Suddenly I was tripping out of my mind, fiercely gripping the arms of the chair I was sitting in, holding on for dear life. To this day, I remember the hallucinatory sensation of spinning backward in my chair. Nothing I did in all my years as an adolescent dopehead ever hit me with such overpowering force. Needless to say, my memory of what happened next is somewhat fragmentary. After I had gotten past the spinning-backward hallucination, I remember a sudden and intense paranoia, and this also seemed to have been the effect on my buddy. He had somehow been able to choke down four or five tokes of that PCP-laced weed, and was therefore in an even more twisted condition than I was. He expressed an urgent need to get out of there, a paranoid desire for escape that had also seized my mind, and we went stumbling out of the apartment, down the stairs and toward my Dad’s car, which I had borrowed to make this dope-quest expedition to Mableton.

Of course, by this point, I was in no shape to drive anywhere and, as I say, my buddy was even worse off than me. Picture us, sitting in the front seat of that old car — a 1962 sedan my Dad had bought used. Dad always liked to have a spare vehicle around, something he could drive if he had any problem with his main car, and this 1962 sedan was one of a series of old junkers Dad had over the years. Given that the Arab Oil Embargo of 1973 and the resulting increase in gasoline prices had drastically reduced the market for larger cars, my Dad had gotten a lowball price on that big old V-8 gas-guzzler with tailfins. This was certainly not a cool car for a teenager to be driving in 1975, but beggars can’t be choosers and remember, I was only 15 and still only had my learner’s permit.

So there we were, two long-haired teenage dopeheads, tripping out of our minds as we sat in an enormous 1962 sedan in the parking lot of an apartment complex in Mableton, faced with the daunting task of a 10-mile drive back to Douglas County.

And that’s when my buddy completely freaked out.

My memory of that night 40 years ago is a psychedelic jumble of crazy fragments, of course, but I seem to remember I had decided that my buddy should drive. He had a license, at least, and I was so messed up that I was curled into the fetal position on the front passenger floorboard, hoping the world would stop spinning. But my buddy was in such bad shape he couldn’t figure out how to start the car and, in a wild fit of drug-induced paranoid rage, he threw open the door of the car and went rampaging across the parking lot.

He ran toward the apartment building where he began banging on windows and yelling. Holy crap, I thought, somebody’s gonna call the cops. However much I feared the police, my even greater fear was that I would be arrested while driving Dad’s car in Mableton, after I’d borrowed the car by telling Mom a ridiculous made-up story about needing to drive my buddy to his house for some reason. So when my buddy went on his manic rampage — people coming out on their apartment balconies to see what all the commotion was about — this brought me out of my own head-spinning trip. This was an emergency and I had to deal with it. I got out of the car and ran over to grab him, where he was crashing through the shrubbery next to the apartment.

“Hey, man, we gotta get out of here. Somebody’s gonna call the cops.”

The word “cops” seemed to pierce his bubble of insanity. No teenage dopehead ever wants to encounter the police, and so next thing I can remember — these scenes are just crazy fragments of memory, as I say — we were back in the car, this time with me at the wheel, trying to get it to crank and when it finally started, we cruised out of there as rapidly as possible without attracting unnecessary attention. I don’t remember what kind of phony excuse I made to my Mom when I made it back home, but I went directly to bed and slept the sleep of the dead, thankful to have escaped after that nightmare freakout in Mableton. And although I still had four or five years of teenage drug adventures ahead of me, that night I made a solemn vow, and I never smoked PCP again.

Over-Policed and Under-Parented

Was teenage me an Oppressed Victim of Society? Of course not. Four decades ago, I was like many other middle-class white kids, looking for adolescent thrills, and I don’t remember any adult ever suggesting we were victims of anything except our own foolishness.

The Deadly Menace of Dangerous Narcotics is a matter of individual choice and thus a matter of individual responsibility. A teenage dopehead can’t blame other people for the consequences of his bad choices. Nobody forced me to drive to Mableton and smoke that PCP-laced weed. The fact that I was only 15, or that I had no way of anticipating the effects — finding myself suddenly in a state of hallucinatory paranoia after just three tokes — still does not exempt me from responsibility. And when my buddy freaked out in the parking lot, what would have happened if the cops had arrived before we made our getaway? Maybe you can suppose “white privilege” would have saved my buddy from being gunned down by the Cobb County police, but that night in 1975, I sure as heck didn’t want to hang around long enough to find out.

There are many things wrong with the media narrative of the Laquan McDonald case, as with so many other similar stories of the Innocent Black Teenager killed by the Evil White Cop. Sure, we can look at Officer Jason Van Dyke’s actions and see racism, and perhaps even view it through a political prism, as part of a society-wide pattern of racism and police brutality. Yet the media version of the Martyrdom of Saint Laquan demands that we focus on those few seconds of video — the shocking scene of his violent death — while requiring us to ignore the series of choices that preceded Laquan’s fatal encounter with institutional racism in the form of 16 shots from Officer Van Dyke’s 9-mm pistol.

Because the media narrative of this story is about racism, we are not allowed to mention the fact that Officer Van Dyke wasn’t just firing haphazardly at whatever random black person he encountered that night in October 2014. No, he arrived on Pulaski Road to join a situation in progress, the pursuit of a felony suspect who was attempting to evade arrest. It has been pointed out that several other Chicago police were on the scene, and that only Officer Van Dyke fired his weapon — a deadly use of excessive force, for which he has been charged with first-degree murder. If all Chicago police are racist, why did only one of them shoot Laquan McDonald? Or if racism is such a serious problem with Chicago police, where are the stories about officers just shooting black people at random? The media is so intent on selling us the Evil White Cop narrative (updated hourly on CNN) that anyone trying to look outside that framework risk being accused of endorsing police brutality. Nevertheless, let’s cite a bit of Laquan McDonald’s biography:

According to court records, McDonald’s father abandoned the family and had “no presence” in his life. At 3, McDonald became a ward of the state when the Illinois Department of Children and Family Services took him into protective custody over allegations that his mother had neglected him, according to state records.
He spent about two months in foster care before he was moved to a relative’s home and eventually back to his mother in 2002. But after just a little more than a year, he was again back in foster care when his mother’s boyfriend beat him, causing cuts, welts and bruises, according to the records.
McDonald was placed with his great-grandmother in 2003, and she eventually became his legal guardian. He lived with her for about a decade before she died in 2013 and he was placed with an uncle.
Court files show he racked up numerous juvenile arrests and had spent time in juvenile lockup.
By May 2014, he was released from detention after four months there and returned to the care of his uncle. And his mother was petitioning the court for custody.
McDonald enrolled in Sullivan House Alternative School in September 2014, a month before his shooting. . . .
McDonald, who was tall at 6-foot-2, liked to rap and dance, his teacher recalled. . . .

Doomed — hopelessly doomed by the circumstances of his childhood. Abandoned by his father, neglected by his mother, abused by her boyfriend, shuffled around between foster care and relatives, by his teenage years Laquan was a habitual criminal who had gotten out of juvenile detention just five months before the fateful night in October 2014 when he got high on PCP and was gunned down by Officer Van Dyke. And now, the ironic sequel:

Between Laquan’s death and when the footage of his shooting was released this week, the city of Chicago agreed in April 2015 to pay $5 million to McDonald’s mother.

Damn. By what logic does Laquan’s mother deserve $5 million from the taxpayers of Chicago? But that’s how the litigation lottery often works: The bad choices you make in life don’t really matter, if you can find a scapegoat with deep pockets, file a lawsuit and get yourself a settlement. Whether or not Laquan McDonald was a Victim of Society, society (or at least the part of society that pays taxes in Chicago) has now been victimized by Laquan McDonald’s mother, and her lawyers, who collected as their fee a nice slice of that $5 million settlement with the city. Maybe the story would have ended there — “justice” Chicago-style, where bribes and kickbacks and hush money are the normal routine of municipal government — if it hadn’t been for a nosy civilian and that pesky First Amendment:

Over the summer, freelance journalist Brandon Smith filed a lawsuit pressing the Chicago Police Department to release the dashboard camera video. A judge found in Smith’s favor and ordered that the video be released by November 25.

Alas, the Chicago-style cover-up was foiled by a freelance journalist! And I think it’s a safe bet that judge will not be on the mayor’s Christmas card list this year. By the way, did I mention that Chicago is nearly bankrupt?

Chicago’s financial situation is the worst of any large municipality in the nation. Moody’s recently downgraded the credit rating of the city’s municipal bonds to junk status, a sure sign to investors that the city can’t be relied upon to meet its financial obligations. The city’s response to this downgrade was to pass, just a month later, another $1.1 billion borrowing program. . . .
Of the ten largest cities in the U.S., Chicago is the only one that has no statutory limit on its muni bond issuances. Consequently, Chicago’s 2015 debt service and annual pension costs amount to 45% of its 2013 revenues.

But why should the corrupt Democrats who run Chicago let a trivial matter like impending fiscal catastrophe prevent them from paying $5 million to Laquan McDonald’s mother, a payment that can be construed either as social justice or hush money, depending on your level of cynicism. When it comes to Chicago, it’s impossible to be too cynical and no one would be surprised if it were subsequently discovered that there was some kind of personal friendship between the plaintiff’s lawyers and the city officials who “negotiated” that settlement. As wrongful death cases go, maybe this one was totally worth $5 million or maybe not, but the fact the case was settled for a seven-figure sum just six months after the shooting, and while city officials were busy trying to keep that video from going public, makes me suspect that Mayor Rahm Emmanuel’s administration wanted to make this trouble go away, and was willing to pay a premium price to achieve that objective. Besides, when you’re swindling taxpayers on such an enormous scale — borrowing $1.1 billion just to keep paying pensions, plus interest on the junk-bond debts you already owe — $5 million is chump change.

Vote Democrat and Blame Society

The people in charge of Chicago’s municipal government are as recklessly irresponsible as Laquan McDonald’s parents — the father who abandoned him, the mother who neglected him — and it is possible to perceive a symbiotic relationship in the way a citizenry corrupted by liberal welfare-state policies elects corrupt Democrats to preside over the bureaucratic apparatus through which everybody is trying to get something for nothing. City employees belong to unions that support the corrupt Democrats who, in turn, are expected to provide high wages and generous pensions to the employees. All of this vast municipal bureaucracy, employing many thousands of people whose livelihoods are dependent on the local Democrat Party political regime over which Mayor Emmanuel presides, is supposed to be funded through taxes. However, as we have seen, the Chicago municipal government operates in perpetual deficit mode, always spending more than it collects in taxes, so that it has amassed more than $60 billion in debt.

I repeat: Chicago’s municipal debt is more than $60,000,000,000. The city’s population is 2.7 million, which means municipal debt is about $23,000 per man, woman and child in Chicago. A majority of Chicago residents are either black (32.9%) or Latino (28.9%), and more than 1-in-5 (22.6%) residents live below the poverty line. The city is plagued by violent crime. More than 400 people have been shot to death in Chicago so far this year, and another 2,300 have been wounded by gunfire. In some Chicago neighborhoods, “gangs battle over turf and the right to sell drugs on a particular city block,” CNN reported after a 9-year-old boy was murdered. Police say the boy was targeted by a drug gang because his father is a leader of a rival gang.

Beyond the scourge of drugs, what drives the crime rate in Chicago is the same thing that contributes to crime in so many other American cities — family breakdown and particularly the absence of responsible fathers. The fate of Laquan McDonald, abandoned by his father when he was 3 years old, is not a rare occurrence for kids in Chicago, and is increasingly common across the United States. Forty percent of children were born to unmarried women in 2013, and more than 70% of black children are born to unwed mothers. Given these socio-economic realities, isn’t it obvious that black kids in Chicago have problems that cannot be blamed on racist cops? Officer Jason Van Dyke is charged with murder, but the hourly updates on CNN about “unrest” in Chicago isn’t a story about one trigger-happy cop. No, it’s the Endless White Guilt Trip that the liberal media can’t quit shoving at us, insisting that “society” (a term that is liberal media shorthand for white middle-class suburbanites) is to blame for whatever is wrong in American race relations.

The problem with this kind of blame-shifting — to make “society” or “racism” the explanation of what happened to Laquan McDonald is that it is antithetical to personal responsibility. Instead of blaming the criminal for his fate, we blame society. Instead of blaming the cop, we blame racism. Why are there protest mobs on the streets demanding “Justice for Laquan” when (a) his mother already got $5 million from the city, and (b) the cop who shot Laquan has been charged with murder?

Why does this particular story have to be national news anyway? I live hundreds of miles away from Chicago, and the only time I’ve ever been there was to land at the airport and change planes on my way to somewhere else. It’s not as if my opinion of the Laquan McDonald case is going to make a damn bit of difference, so why is CNN telling me about it every hour of the day? Is Mayor Emmanuel going to call me up and ask my advice? Is he going to read this blog post and, impressed with my expertise on the habits of teenage dopeheads, invite me to join his Task Force to End the Deadly Menace of Dangerous Narcotics? I doubt it.

My advice: Crime is a people problem. Figure out who the criminals are, have the cops keep an eye on them, and when you catch one, prosecute him to the max. Lock the bad guys up for as long as you can, get them off the streets, and generally convey the message you’re not going to tolerate crime in your community. If you can’t put the fear of God in those hoodlums, at least make them fear cops.

Even when I was a teenage dopehead criminal, I never lost my fear of the police. In Douglas County, Georgia, 40 years ago, Sheriff Earl Lee had a tough, no-nonsense reputation. Teenage dopeheads had to be careful not to push their luck too far in Douglas County. Quite a few of my dope buddies learned that lesson the hard way, trust me. As for me, my road to a drug-free adulthood involved a bad trip on psilocybin when I was 19, after which I never really enjoyed getting high anymore.

Being a survivor of The Most Awesome Party-Down Decade in the History of the World, and now a 56-year-old grandfather, it’s easy to laugh at the craziness I got into back when Gerald Ford was president and hippie freaks hitchhiked coast-to-coast with backpacks full of contraband. Was that “white privilege”? No, it was just the fact that there were so many long-haired dopeheads in 1975 the cops couldn’t possibly bust them all. America used to have a lot fewer police per capita than we do nowadays. It was Bill Clinton who changed that, using federal grants to “put 100,000 new police on the streets,” as he boasted.

Not only are there more cops in America now, but police have all kinds of crime-fighting technology they didn’t have 40 years ago. Nationwide computer databases of fingerprints, DNA and criminal records make it a lot easier for police to identify perpetrators. Video surveillance cameras are all over the place and, because nearly everybody has a cellphone with them at all times, it’s easy to call the cops to report a crime. America is a safer place than it was 40 years ago, because it’s simply harder for bad guys to get away. We’re locking up more criminals than ever, and the U.S. incarceration rate (716 per 100,000 as of 2013) is the highest of any nation in the world. More than 2 million Americans are behind bars, and it costs about $75 billion a year to keep all those criminals locked up.

Some of my libertarian friends say we’ve got too many people in prison and that the Deadly Menace of Danger Narcotics is less dangerous than the Deadly Menace of the Police. We should legalize dope, say the libertarians, and turn loose all the people doing time in prison for drug charges. My perspective is different. The way I see it, anybody who gets busted for dope should be prosecuted to the max. Dopeheads are generally bad people, and bad people should fear the law, like I did when I was a teenage dopehead.

However, if I was a bad person as a teenager, I never got busted, because I was never completely stupid. You don’t have to be a genius to avoid getting busted for dope, and I always figure the guys who get busted are either (a) stupid, (b) arrogant, or usually (c) both stupid and arrogant. There are way too many stupid arrogant people in America, and the more of them we put in prison, the better. Legalizing dope is just going to let these stupid people run wild, f–king up everything the way stupid people have f–ked up Chicago. This is what the Democrat Party is all about.

The Democrat Party’s policy agenda basically boils down to “Free Stuff for Stupid People,” and when you ask them who’s going to pay for all this free stuff, they say, “The rich!” Democrats expect us to believe that The Rich are a fixed target, helpless and immobile, who are going to let themselves be plundered to pay for the stuff the government is going to give to the stupid people who vote for Democrats.

The Great Something-for-Nothing Hustle that is the core message of the Democrat Party’s electoral appeal has never worked in the past, and will never work at any time in the future, but with the help of their propaganda apparatus — the public schools and the liberal media — Democrats manage to conceal the evidence of the ultimate impossibility of Something-for-Nothing economic nonsense. Oh, sure, there are times and places where Something-for-Nothing temporarily seems to work, but this is an illusion. If a prosperous, dynamic community decides to go on a spree of deficit spending and welfare giveaways, the short-term result may look promising. It may take a few years or a few decades for the problems caused by bad policy to become apparent. During the many decades it took for Chicago to accumulate a $60 billion debt, very few people in Chicago were worried about the possibility of municipal bankruptcy somewhere in a distance future. Nor did the exodus of taxpaying, law-abiding citizens moving from Chicago to the suburbs — or leaving the area altogether, moving to Denver or Dallas — occur as a sudden, dramatic crisis. Chicago is still the third-largest city in America, but its population has been declining slowly for six decades. In 1950, the population of Chicago was 3.6 million, but by 1990, it had dropped to 2.8 million, a decline of 29% in 40 years.

Democrats have made Chicago a worse place, and the Chicago Democrat in the White House has made America a worse place.

The people who think Obama has done a good job as president are the same people who blame racism for the death of Laquan McDonald. You’d have to be stupid to believe that, which is to say you’d have to be a Democrat. Of course, I used to be a Democrat myself. But then I grew up and the drugs wore off, and I’m a lot less stupid than I used to be.





 

Comments

134 Responses to “The #LaquanMcDonald Farce”

  1. wendyt
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:13 am

    I’ve read several stories which say Mr. McDonald had PCP in his system but the autopsy doesn’t say that. The Tox Screen is mentioned on the bottom of page 19 and the full report is page 22 of the autopsy, linked below –

    http://invisible.institute/news/autopsy-of-laquan-mcdonald

    According to that document, he wasn’t tested for PCP or marijuana. (“Why the hell not?” would be my first question.)

    Also, on page 4 of this charging document, signed by the Assistant State’s Attorney, it mentions the “PCP in is system.” Surely they’ve read the autopsy report, right?

    http://www.dnainfo.com/chicago/20151124/archer-heights/read-charges-against-jason-van-dyke-officer-who-shot-laquan-mcdonald

    Is there a second autopsy I can’t find reference to? If anyone can shed light on this, I’d certainly appreciate it.

  2. Evi L. Bloggerlady
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:13 am
  3. wendyt
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:30 am

    Thank you. I scanned Mr. Branca’s article and it appears to make the same assumption about the PCP using the same document that I linked above. His linked document also doesn’t show PCP.

    Why can’t I find any evidence of a laboratory test showing the PCP?

    This is a completely sincere question. What am I missing?

  4. Fail Burton
    November 27th, 2015 @ 3:31 am

    Very nice essay. As you say, the liberal version is much shorter; “White privilege. THE END.” There is no need for nuance when one is lying, because context becomes the enemy, though it is precisely these liberals who lay claim to being able to peer into the subtle complexities of “structural inequality” and “institutional racism.”

    People wonder why we fight in obscure locales like gender studies classrooms and science fiction awards but there is no need to wonder. It is there the foundations of mainstreaming hate speech, anti-white racial incitement and incitement to hate men are laid down as noble and even necessary “social justice.”

    When you have fools lobbying Disney for more gays in their novel tie-in and more Muslim super-heroes we are not talking about “diversity” but confirmation straight white males have colluded to exclude others for fear of losing their own power and centrality, a conspiracy theory worthy of all sick supremacists and which contains more than a few echoes of Heidelberg U circa 1934.

  5. mole
    November 27th, 2015 @ 3:49 am

    Ive watched the footage a couple of times, and Im assuming his ‘spin” towards the officers was after he was hit by the first rounds.

    Shame theres no sound.

    An individual officer fucked up, badly, and a man died.

    But the law has to apply fairly to all, so despite the wingnut on drugs being almost guaranteed a dirt nap the way he was going its necessary a bloke who made an error feel the weight of the law.

    OT slightly but i saw a bit of “Dr Phil” on TV and they had relatives of the “I can breathe” man and Trayvon on to castigate the police.

    It was cliché, no one had ever done anything wrong and they were all model families.

    No fathers there though.

    Also No, “…obviously I have digressed . . .” , sure it wasnt a flashback?

  6. DeadMessenger
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:30 am

    ATTENTION RSM: I hit the tip jar with extreme prejudice just now. Then Paypal said it worked, then it said it didn’t work. I checked and it seemed that it worked. Let me know if not. Because I like hitting things with extreme prejudice. I’m a redneck.

  7. DeadMessenger
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:40 am

    I believe you’re missing the lying corruption inherent in liberal Democrat government offices and the media.

    You must be one of those racist, intolerant, undiverse, Islamophobic, unscientific climate-change deniers.

    Welcome to The Other McCain.

  8. NeoWayland
    November 27th, 2015 @ 8:19 am

    I haven’t followed this case. There have been several abuse of police power cases reported in the libertarian slices of the internet. There are some (but not all) police officers who should not be officers, and there are police unions and other organizations determined to keep police beyond civilian control.

    The best practical solution to start with is body cams on police officers. Then it would be easy to see which cameras are “accidentally” turned off or damaged. Multiple cameras with sound recordings would also make it easier to judge guilt or innocence in armed confrontation cases.

  9. Matthew W
    November 27th, 2015 @ 8:46 am

    Body cams would really do little to change the established SJW narratives that defy all manners of reality and truth.

    “The best practical solution?”

    1. Morons must obey any lawful police command
    2. Bad cops need to be worked out of the system.

  10. Sandtiger
    November 27th, 2015 @ 8:54 am

    “My advice: Crime is a people problem. Figure out who the criminals are, have the cops keep an eye on them, and when you catch one, prosecute him to the max. Lock the bad guys up for as long as you can, get them off the streets, and generally convey the message you’re not going to tolerate crime in your community. If you can’t put the fear of God in those hoodlums, at least make them fear cops.”

    Sorry, but America has already crossed the Rubicon, and there’s no going back…from what I’ve seen, even the average non-politically-rabid citizen seems to believe that being a police state is adverse to what freedoms remain in this country.
    My solution is to continue doing what the police in the U.S. have tacitly begun: creative non-violent non-enforcement in urban centers. It’s working (sarcasm) in Chicago – – the animals are killing each other off in huge numbers. Yes, the collateral damage is horrific, but the passivity of police minimal enforcement actions allows officers to go home safely at night, and not be sued, prosecuted or lynched in the press. Rome burns, but the suburbs endure? And who can blame them for acting like stereotypical “retired on active duty”/just putting in my time bureaucrats, when they know that the politicians won’t ride to their support if they are accused of misconduct? The bright bulbs already understand the movement of the tides (to mix a metaphor?) and have adapted…Officer Van Dyke was not one of them.
    I grew up near Chicago and went to graduate school there. While I was attending, a black kid (Or must he be referred to as African-American now? I lose track of the current PC terms…) was arrested by a fat Chicago cop for trying to break into a residence. When the kid – – his hands handcuffed behind his back – – broke free and ran in panic, the cop simply shot him in the back, killing him. Ironically, it was the kids’ apartment, he’d lost his keys and his mother was still at work. I doubt that she got $5 million. That was about thirty years ago. Only the weather changes in Chicago.

  11. NeoWayland
    November 27th, 2015 @ 9:38 am

    My problem is that there are way too many bad cops and bad police agencies.

    I don’t particularly care about the SJW narratives. There is enough abuse of police powers without those narratives that should give anyone pause. And it goes back decades.

    Please don’t take my word for it. Radley Balko is a journalist who’s made his career writing about the rising police state. He’s not an SJW, he’s a libertarian.

    https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-watch/

  12. Grandson Of TheGrumpus
    November 27th, 2015 @ 9:45 am

    Dear Mr. McCain,
    I believe you have a spell-checker problem.
    As of 09:36h EST, there are (at least a couple of) places where you’ve used “their” where “there” was clearly what was needed.

    I know [a.] you know the difference and [b.] most of your readers will easily realize that the spell-checker has substituted “their” for “there”. Except Democrats, perhaps. Some reader’s minds might automatically substitute the correct spelling so that they actually “see” the word “there”. An interesting phenomenon, certainly.

    I’m actually calling attention to the error b/c your pieces are of picked-up or referred to by other sites… even Proggie ones… where their glee over a spelling error can drive-out of their minds the gist of the article.

    Thank you for your time.

  13. robertstacymccain
    November 27th, 2015 @ 9:50 am

    You should have my email thank-you by now.

    Your extreme prejudice in tip-jar hitting is commendable, and should be emulated by all.

  14. robertstacymccain
    November 27th, 2015 @ 10:12 am

    It is necessary to understand crime from the criminal’s perspective, if we are to have effective law enforcement. Criminals are arrogant. They believe that rules are for other people — chumps, squares, suckers — and it is this fundamental disrespect for society that is the key to understanding the criminal mind. Only fear of being caught prevents the outlaw from doing whatever he wants, to whomever he wants to do it, and therefore the Hobbesian war of “all against all” is always much closer than most people realize.

    The eruption of “unrest” in the 1960s — campus protests, riots, crime, terrorism — caught America by surprise. Prior to 1963, there were few who warned of the possibility of anarchy, and most of those who issued such warnings were ultra-conservative Christian clergy or intellectuals of such reactionary reputation that their warnings were dismissed as absurd alarmism by the liberals whose opinions mattered in elite culture. People like Billy Graham, Bishop Fulton Sheen, Richard Weaver, Bill Buckley and J. Edgar Hoover more correctly anticipated the danger than did, for example, such prestigious intellectuals as Arthur Schlesinger and John Kenneth Galbraith.

    When it comes to race relations, I agree more with Malcolm X than I do with any white liberal. Say what you will about Brother Malcolm, he never bought into white liberal bullshit, and always insisted on sobriety and economic self-sufficiency as necessary to black progress.

  15. robertstacymccain
    November 27th, 2015 @ 10:28 am

    Are you saying that, because you cannot find the toxicology report showing presence of PCP in McDonald’s system that you doubt the existence of that report?

    I appreciate your skepticism, but do you think that the Chicago Tribune just made this up? Or do you think the cops and prosecutors fabricated that claim?

    I’m not saying we can ignore the possibility of such falsification, But I think you have to beware of the myth that everything which exists can be found with the Internet. In other words, just because you can’t find the toxicology report online doesn’t mean there is no toxicology report. And based on my own direct experience of how dudes behave under the influence of PCP, I find this consistent with Laquan McDonald’s otherwise inexplicable behavior.

    Dude, you’re facing eight cops. They’ve got their guns drawn and leveled at you. Do you think they don’t know how to pull the fucking trigger? You idiot! Comply with their commands! Assume the position! The cops have won and you have lost, and you can either (a) accept that reality, or otherwise (b) you can die.

    It was your choice, Laquan. Oops.

  16. Adobe_Walls
    November 27th, 2015 @ 10:44 am

    I want to know why anyone would need to put THC or PCP ON genuine Columbian Gold.

  17. robertstacymccain
    November 27th, 2015 @ 10:50 am

    1. The errors have been corrected. Please refresh and check again.
    2. I never used spellcheck. I have always been a good speller, and consider spellcheck a dangerous crutch, although I do appreciate how in certain word-processing programs, a questionable spelling will be automatically highlighted. Nevertheless, there is simply no substitute for memorizing correct spellings and we weaken the minds of young people by failing to train their memories this way.
    3. The stupid typo — in this case, writing “their” when I meant to write “there” — inspires me to cuss frequently It is very difficult, as a writer, to proofread your own work. You know what it is supposed to say, and therefore when you read what you wrote, your expectations tend to cause you to overlook those instances where you wrote something other than your meaning. During a long career in the newspaper business, I became accustomed to the idea that there would always be editors reading behind me — at times, there were five or six layers of people re-reading every word of copy I wrote — and so the habit of proofreading my own stuff kind of atrophied. Especially in a long piece like this (5,000 words) jammed out in a single day, it is inevitable that there would be at least a few typos.
    4. I am always grateful to readers who use the comments to point out my typos. You guys are like the copy desk, reading behind me, and I appreciate your diligence.

  18. Adobe_Walls
    November 27th, 2015 @ 10:51 am

    Spot on about Malcolm X.
    The officer shot this guy sixteen times or at least shot at him sixteen times. I’m assuming at least one of the lesser charges involves poor handgun training.

  19. RKae
    November 27th, 2015 @ 11:25 am

    I haven’t been keeping current on this one. (I just sort of said, “Oh, not again,” and did more important things.)

    Someone tell me: Do we have a catch-phrase for this one yet? Has the mother appeared at a presser with his baby picture on a t-shirt yet?

  20. Delaney Coffer
    November 27th, 2015 @ 11:48 am

    Damn. What brilliant writing.

  21. Fail Burton
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:03 pm

    What strikes me is the politicization of art. Much of it reminds me of Soviet-era posters. In the ’30s Goebbels held an exhibit of badthink art (Kandinsky, etc.) and it was so popular he shut it down in embarrassment. Last yr. one of – if not the most – awards-honored SF novels in history was an average space opera uplifted to fame by a space zombie named “MeeNoCeeGender.” People are doting on Muslim superheroes rather than talking about what they used to talk about: the story, art and inking. Convention panels are “smarter” with more women and non-whites. The slippery slope has brought us to a place few imagined except – ironically – old school SF authors. That’s why I call these Orwell’s children, and they certainly are.

  22. Fail Burton
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:05 pm

    I once knew a guy who put his weed into a blender so it’d be easier to roll. He never understood it would desiccate it and make it weaker. It came out dust.

  23. Sort-Of-Mad Max
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:14 pm

    What worries me is that Chicago’s mayor, Rhambellina, is famous for being the ‘never let a crisis go to waste’ scumball from O’Bungle’s first maladminstration, and this is a big crisis for him. What severe restriction of the middle class’s freedoms will he shoot for from THIS debacle?

  24. Evan3457
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:25 pm

    This piece alone is worth another tip jar hit.
    Done.

  25. CaptDMO
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:28 pm

    “This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for @BarackObama…”
    WOAH! Surely you forgot “Nobel Peace Prize winner/Commander in Chief/ mayor of Chicago’s former employer/ FIRST black(ish) President/ mmm.mmm.mmm, Barack Hussain Obama!

  26. Steve Skubinna
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:54 pm

    Damn, idiots are still doing PCP? I had assumed people finally wised up about that crap. I remember in the ’70s and ’80s the superhuman feats of destruction people on it did in emergency rooms and other places.

    Plus, it got a lot of people fatally shot because there was no other way to deal with them.

  27. Steve Skubinna
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:55 pm

    Reminiscent of P.J. O’Rourke in his early days, isn’t it?

  28. Steve Skubinna
    November 27th, 2015 @ 12:57 pm

    With luck this crisis will consume his loathsome butt. It’s of course made even worse by the obvious purpose of suppressing it for a year, his reelection.

    But Chicago deserves no better. Cordon it off and let them burn it down.

  29. Fail Burton
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:10 pm

    Given the pathological lying of the gender/race tag team called Third Wave Feminism, what would we call an ideological movement dedicated to exaggerating black crime stats by 100 times? The amount of lying about rape and white on black crime these people get away with is an amazing double standard. Americans have become fools falling for the “social justice” hoax put on by insanely hateful supremacists.

  30. Fail Burton
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:12 pm

    Its the conntent that maters so I dont care what librels think.

  31. Finrod Felagund
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:20 pm

    Story from a friend of mine:

    He and his buddy were at a bar, completely blotto, and decide to drive home. He doesn’t even remember whether it was his car or his friend’s car, but one of them is fumbling, trying all his keys, and can’t get any of the keys into the lock to unlock the door.

    The other one says, “Let me try, I have more keys.”

    And that was just from alcohol.

  32. craigzimmerman12
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:46 pm

    Good post. Over the years, I have encountered several people under the influence of one drug or another. They were scary as hell. Fortunately none of them had a dangerous weapon.

  33. Matt_SE
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:47 pm

    Yep, Murray Gell-Mann Amnesia Effect again. I don’t believe most of what I see in the media now.

  34. Prime Director
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:52 pm

    Grinding the herb too fine, (“pulverizing” it), then packing it too tight is a common mistake.

    You need airflow or you can’t get a decent hit.

    Plus, if you grind it into dust, it pours out of the end of your blunt like sand.

  35. Matt_SE
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:53 pm

    That’s why he was murdered by the Nation of Islam.

  36. Prime Director
    November 27th, 2015 @ 1:57 pm

    Amazon sells weed blenders ?

  37. Finrod Felagund
    November 27th, 2015 @ 2:20 pm

    Those are useful if you’re going to make magic brownies. Much easier to mix in with the cooking oil then.

  38. Prime Director
    November 27th, 2015 @ 3:10 pm

    Just use the all-seeing Eye of Agamoto

    It can see right through most illusions

  39. Prime Director
    November 27th, 2015 @ 3:24 pm

    …they ain’t no good for nothing else (bermp-ber-ber ber-berrrrrr…)

  40. Prime Director
    November 27th, 2015 @ 3:40 pm

    Malcolm X and the legitimacy of the civil rights paradigm was one topic of discussion around our dinner table last night.

    Malcolm and Muhammad Ali and the NOI do not belong in the same civil rights pantheon as MLK and Rosa Parks. NOI are black nationals, a racial separatist movement. They reject MLK’s dream of peaceful coexistence and racial harmony.

    So if “old” Malcolm and Ali and the NOI were right, can we all just live together under the same set of rules; or is ethnic/religious tribalism ineradicable and therefore conflict inevitable?

  41. Arthur hembree
    November 27th, 2015 @ 3:42 pm

    Yes it is!

  42. CrustyB
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:08 pm

    Crack was invented by a guy who didn’t think cocaine gave him enough of a high.

  43. CrustyB
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:19 pm

    “I’m on the side of freedom!” yelled a 20-something liberal college student in my ear, blocking the entrance to Burberry’s, denying them the freedom to do business and people the freedom to shop there.

    “We need more people to block the side entrance!” mewled a 20-something liberal college student, protesting what he perceived to be a social injustice of an innocent person while denying social justice to innocent persons.

    “F*^& Fox News!” a 20-something liberal college student kept chanting behind a Fox News crew as she chased them while they were trying to cover the blocking of a Forever 21, forbidding their freedom of speech while exercising her freedom of speech.

    I was at the Mag Mile protest in Chicago, walking as close as 8 feet away from Jesse Jackson. This was just a sample of the gross hypocrisy, delusions, made-up racism, obscenity and childish behavior I witnessed.

  44. Steve Skubinna
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:29 pm

    There used to be a tee-shirt slogan “Cocaine is God’s Way of Saying You Have Too Much Money.”

    I think crack was invented by some unholy love child of Adam Smith and Timothy Leary.

  45. Steve Skubinna
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:30 pm

    I just hit the tip jar like it owed me money.

    Which suggests that I am unclear on the concept.

  46. Steve Skubinna
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:32 pm

    Dew knot trussed yore spell checker two fined awl miss steaks.

  47. Adobe_Walls
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:48 pm

    Actually crack was developed for sisies who were afraid of needles.

  48. Adobe_Walls
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:50 pm

    What makes pot hard to roll is the seeds. If one is too lazy to remove them by hand you can always have a gerbil do it for you.

  49. NeoWayland
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:54 pm

    Before the assassinations of MLK and Malcolm X, it was about letting people have their chance as Frederick Douglass and Sojourner Truth wanted.

    After the assassinations, it was Jesse Jackson and a bunch of victim rights enablers telling people that they had no real worth and only the government could help them.

  50. NeoWayland
    November 27th, 2015 @ 4:56 pm

    He’s modest too. He’ll accept just Imperious Leader if pressed.