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Publishing a blog is something I like to do. It is always great when people I don’t know come up to me at a meeting or at a protest like today on North Michigan and tell me how much they like what I do here.
But certain things seem to bring out the rats.
Actually one thing.
It happened around the time of Ferguson. And Baltimore. And now here in Chicago with the release of the video showing the brutal murder of African American seventeen-year old Laquan McDonald.
I start getting different kinds of comments that I can screen out. But I read them before I trash most of them.
They will ask me to defend what some protester said.
Or they will tell me that I must hate all cops.
All white people.
Or some other nonsense.
Sometimes I post the least offensive and make some snarky remark or mock them.
And then it turns real ugly.
Maybe they will throw in something about me being a Jew.
Or an n-loving greedy teacher Jew.
Of course they always hide behind being anonymous. And rest assured that these racist comments do not hurt my feelings. They are just words. They are nothing compared to the reality of those who must face the concrete effects of white racism in America.
Not one of these anonymous rats who crawl out at times like this will ever express a word of sympathy for an African American seventeen-year old who threatened nobody but was riddled with 16 bullets by a Chicago cop.
Whose murder was covered up for 400 days by the good leaders of our city.
Because they have no sympathy for Laquan McDonald.
They just don’t feel anything.