"Nigga" Moments Can Be Fatal: A Frank Discussion About Race in America

During the Rodney King riots of 1992, Tracy Martin’s then young black peers burned down their own neighborhoods, destroyed entire sectors of thriving new business districts that other “black leaders” had begged to come in and revitalize “black” city centers. In this case, “nigga” was pissed off at a group of LAPD who beat up a black man who’d made them chase his Hyundai through town at a hundred miles-per-hour until they ran him down. When the cops went to trial and were exonerated, “nigga” went crazy on “Whitey’s” ass. “No justice, no peace,” was the slogan. And of course, this was nothing new. This only repeated actions taken by their parents a generation earlier in the Watts riots.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992_Los_Angeles_riots

http://www.bizpacreview.com/2013/07/16/wanted-dead-or-alive-t-shirts-selling-at-la-riots-79769

http://www.laweekly.com/microsites/la-riots/

The problem with these sorts of riotous “black community” reactions to alleged racial offense, is that less and less is gained by it, less and less is proved by it, as these alleged racial offenses become increasingly more trivial. While Rodney King’s beating looked bad on tape, the cops were pretty scientific about it and the fact remains that his injuries were never life-threatening, never threatened permanent injury or maiming, and he recovered in a few days. Rodney King passed away last year in great health, a “black community” hero and icon of adoration. The niggas who pretended to be his friends and champions, wiped out whole sections of their own black neighborhoods and businesses, that wasted hundreds of millions of dollars, and have not been replaced or recovered to this day. Who would move back into those riot-blighted sectors anyway? “Nigga” still lives there and still threatens to repeat his fits of self-destruction at the slightest imagined provocation.

I’ll give Jackson and Sharpton and their dwindling, old-school-negro civil rights activists their due. In 1965, in the deep south, rioting because Whitey won’t let you use his public restrooms, two black friends just got beaten half to death for using the white-only drinking fountain, and the KKK just hung some brother by the courthouse clock tower for unspecified reasons, seems pretty much warranted. However, destroying your own shite in the riot still doesn’t make any sense to me. Beating up people who support your cause and who have moved into your community to provide vital products and services is asinine for any reason.  It’s inexplicable nigga behavior.

The concept of a “sympathy” riot, up north or in some other city having nothing whatsoever to do with the issue or social causes that sparked the pilot riot, is even more inexplicable. It starts to look like nigga riots mostly because cuz nigga likes ta riot.

I can’t argue with even the most overt white supremists when they point obvious stupidity like that out. You couldn’t can’t hand them any more convincing justification for their racism and belief in the inherent inferiority of the “Negro” than what I can tune into on the evening news coming live from the “black community” itself.  There isn’t any better anti-negro propaganda for the KKK or Aryan Nations than simply Googling “LA Riots” or “Trayvon Martin Payback” and just reading what comes up.

The one group of people who never even entered South Central LA in 1992 for instance, was the Los Angeles Police Department. They were conspicuously missing in action. And if we give “nigga” his due, the LAPD were the one group of people, the only group of people, who needed their asses kicked on behalf of Rodney King. So the LA cops stay clear and let nigga beat and burn and bash everyone else. Their friends, families, strangers, neighbors. Everyone but the LAPD. The LAPD wasn’t around. The LAPD was thinking like white folks. Like real folks. And nigga was thinkin’ like nigga. Not thinkin’ at all.

Another group of people who survived the King riots was the new Korean and Asian business community that had set up shop in the area. They also had guns, and used them in a highly organized manner to keep nigga from burning and pillaging them out.

You might be seeing a pattern by now.

As a young-ish white male, I wondered repeatedly in 1992, watching the South Central mayhem on CNN, why in hell’s name these self-proclaimed “gangsta” thugs who were picking on random, innocents like Reggie Denny and passing motorists, couldn’t just get in a car, or ride the bus down to the local precinct station and take on the LA Fuzz they were actually pretending to be pissed off about. Maybe because the LAPD had guns and Reggie Denny and the other innocently passing bystanders and motorists they beat all to hell didn’t.

Whole websites now exist dedicated to this phenomenon of the “black community” destroying itself, or lashing out at totally unrelated parties, alienating even people and other ethnic communities that otherwise would be totally sympathetic and supportive of their goals and cause. While virtually all of these sites are admittedly racists to the core, this phenomenon has become known as a “Chimpout.” If you’ve ever visited the primate house at the zoo only to upset the caged monkeys and have them suddenly start shrieking, flying around the enclosure, flinging their own shite at you and each other, it’s a fairly accurate, if unflattering and almost inherently racist analogy.

https://encyclopediadramatica.se/Chimpout

https://encyclopediadramatica.se/Nigger

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHbvg5Rt1EA

http://www.examiner.com/article/twitter-riot-threats-escalating-but-is-it-about-george-zimmerman

http://fedupintolerant.com/wordpress/?p=2016

http://www.whiteunity.net/index.php/topics/race-riot/

http://www.teapartynation.com/forum/topics/this-is-for-trayvon

http://thebeerbarrel.net/threads/zimmerman-nigger-riots.22772/

http://www.whiteunity.net/index.php/topics/race-riot/

http://vnnforum.com/showthread.php?t=75941

Beyond the “Chimpout” there was another recent young black phenomenon known as “wilding,” where roving bands of niggas would jump out of the shadows or nooks and crannies of some public venue, often in broad daylight, whack the crap out of some unsuspecting Whitey in front of everyone, and run off giggling about it. This form of nigga entertainment grew in size and intensity until it more recently developed into the “flash mob,” probably to continue the sport indoors at large shopping malls during the cold northern winters.

http://article.wn.com/view/2014/02/11/sheriff_black_leaders_working_to_halt_state_fair_x2018wildin/

http://www.sullivan-county.com/racism/strong.htm

http://www.ironicsurrealism.com/2013/07/15/baltimore-this-is-for-trayvon-violent-black-flash-mob-pistol-whip-kick-stomp-hispanic-male/

http://whitegirlbleedalot.com/

http://frontpagemag.com/2013/colin-flaherty/chicago-running-out-of-euphemisms/

http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/011161.html

http://unamusementpark.com/2011/08/feral-blacks-on-racist-rampage-at-wisconsin-state-fair/

http://www.vanguardnewsnetwork.com/20110805/wisconsin-even-more-black-wilding/

http://www.vanguardnewsnetwork.com/20090911/ohio-more-black-wilding/

http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/011161.html

http://www.newnation.org/NNN-Black-on-White.html

http://beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2013/07/4-blacks-torture-kill-white-couple-video-2711560.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=So94zEnBaUo

http://vnnforum.com/showthread.php?t=111657

You can research black-on-white recreational rapes, murder, beatings and robberies for hours. There’s no shortage of material to browse through. Suffice it to say, Trayvon Martin’s fans on Facebook, Twitter, and other social media, promised, and to some extent delivered on their boasts that the looting and mayhem seen in all the historically violent, previous racially-motivated riots, would be revisited upon the nation if Zimmerman were let off. But it’s not like they weren’t assaulting white people and each other every day before, during, and after the verdict anyway. Those are Trayvon’s peers. Those are the people Trayvon’s parents and “black leaders” are encouraging and defending with their hysterical rhetoric about “justice.”  You can call it “harmless” if you want to. Tell that to Reginald Denny, who happened to get his truck stuck in traffic in the middle of it all in 1992.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_Reginald_Denny

Tracy Martin didn’t actually have to be there, didn’t have to be kicking Reginald Denny in the head to be part of the Rodney King riot generation. The “gangstas” in the streets of South Central in 1992, the music they listened to, the culture they spawned, was the genesis of what Trayvon Martin’s peer group became. (Yo, MTV Raps!) You can bet that Trayvon grew up with his dad or his uncles and older cousins sitting around, watching those old videos on YouTube with a kickin’ hip-hop soundtrack added by some disgruntled nigga, layin’ down rhymes about THE MAN, smilin’ and grinnin’ out stuff like, yeah, that’ll show Whitey…

http://vnnforum.com/showthread.php?t=111657

According to Trayvon Martin’s friend Rachel Jeantel, all Reggy Denny got was a good ol’ neighborhood “ass whoopin’.” Denny, if he hadn’t been in the gun-repressive state of California, could have defended himself just like George Zimmerman I suppose. But by all accounts he was something of a peace freak and hippy. The guys beating on him had guns however. Nobody was asking them for permits. But then, I suppose the Monique Davis “black community leader” crowd would still be crying about that. They’d be saying, as they say now about George Zimmerman, that Reggy Denny wasn’t killed. His wounds weren’t life-threatening as it turned out. By the Sybrina Martin standard, if he’d shot any of his rioting attackers, he would have been a cold-blooded killer and should have to go to prison. Any time some white guy shoots a black guy, the white guy has to “pay” for it. That’s the rule.

The “black community” is unusually eager to believe some pretty strange things. During the riots of the 1992 in LA, and in most other black communities, black talk radio stations were filled with theories about why their brothers were always burning down their own neighborhoods in places like Watts and Compton. The most common excuse was, because “white people put a chemical in malt liquor that makes black men go crazy.”

That’s the “logic” that makes sense to Trayvon Martin fans. That’s what passes for insight and wisdom in the “black community.”Just like burning down your own homes or beating up some random truck driver makes sense because you’re angry at the LAPD.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxBRyygMmTs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yv3-EBiGw4o

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOXcHEMiHr4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9loSB5zMaoQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW1ZDIXiuS4

For what it’s worth, there’s still a black community myth going back decades that the “KKK owns Circle K grocery stores,” and anything you buy there funds the Klan. The truth about the KKK of course, is that it consists of about 300 inbred yokels married to their cousins in the backwoods of Appalachia who are lucky to manage one rally a year just for the photo-op, and can barely afford their own mobile homes, much less manage a national convenience market empire.

http://www.csmonitor.com/1999/1025/p2s1.html/(page)/2

http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/politics/2012/03/ku_klux_klan_in_decline_why_did_the_kkk_lose_so_many_chapters_in_2010_.html

http://www.questia.com/library/1P2-32575760/the-disruptive-face-of-a-dwindling-kkk-saturday-s

The hysteria over Trayvon Martin isn’t the first time the “black community” got it entirely wrong en masse. Forty years ago there were massive riots in Newark New Jersey, over rumors that police had arrested and killed a black cab driver. 23 people were killed, 700 were injured and acres of property were devastated by fire and riot. The fact that the rumors turned out to be entirely untrue didn’t matter to the “black community” then either.

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2007/07/08/nyregion/20070708RIOT_SLIDESHOW_1.html

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/08/nyregion/08riots.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

When the white working class started migrating to the suburbs of Detroit in the 1950’s, the black population that moved into the city likewise devolved into riot and self destruction. There was no Jim Crow south to blame, just a lot of unhappy niggas who migrated there themselves to get out of the Jim Crow south and still weren’t happy. That resulted in some pretty spectacular riots, but the very first race riots in Detroit actually go back to 1943. Even before then, at the outbreak of World War II, there was an influx of workers, black, white, and mixed ethnicities emigrating to the city to work in the defense industry. That led to Polish and black fighting in the streets and escalated to full scale riots over jobs and business territories. These however, seemed purposed and personal. They were designed to gain liberty, assert civil rights, and accomplish specific social and political gains for the black population, which was being overtly and very physically repressed by a white majority. It wasn’t feral youth doing the organizing, and it wasn’t rioting for the sheer hell of it or to show they were pissed off at Whitey. I’m not conceding that a riot is ever a good thing. I’m just saying sometimes riots are prompted by actual grievances, and sometimes they’re not.

https://www.mtholyoke.edu/courses/rschwart/clio/detroit_riot/DetroitNewsRiots1943.htm

http://bellwork-inprogress.blogspot.com/2013/07/watching-white-flight-cops-soldiers-and.html

And there are recent black riots in both the UK and Sweden, all claiming to be due to blatant, repressive white racism.

But how’s that sort of overwhelming white “racism” doing these days? Oprah Winfrey, the most powerful woman in modern media, worth some 2.9 billion at last check, couldn’t get the attention of a sales clerk at a high-end fashion boutique in Switzerland the other day, (where she shelters her income from oppressive, white US taxes) and cried all over the US media about that for a week, calling that racism. Or as she described it, she just knows instinctively it must have been because of her race. Just like she says, as she takes her place at the dais or at the head of the table in an office or boardroom, often as the only black person there, that all those white folks around here are thinking she doesn’t deserve to be there. Black people can read your mind Whitey, and they know you’re just hatin’ ’em 24-7.

http://www.usatoday.com/story/life/people/2013/08/09/swiss-tourism-office-apologizes-to-oprah-for-racism/2634673/

Since she owns and runs the company in most of those situations, you’d have to admit it’s got to be some pretty subtle “racism.” And I guess if there are no black people around her it’s her own fault. Hire some. And for that matter, the entire nation of Switzerland apologizing to you because some clerk in a shop didn’t show you the handbag you wanted to see, is an extremely asinine example of “racism,” so if that’s the best you can come up with in all your years raking in “Whitey’s” dough, you need to look into psychiatric help for your paranoia.

(But then, she has also offered to go with “sexism” as an alternate explanation for her persecution.)

http://www.finalcall.com/artman/publish/World_News_3/article_9907.shtml

http://www.matthewnewton.us/communication-breakdown/when-riots-and-freedom-are-used-to-sell-jeans/

But Oprah almost “outed” herself, when it became clear that her entire racial pondering spree in the public eye, was clearly motivated by her attempt to garner attention and sympathy for her role in the “coincidentally” just released motion picture in which she was featured, The Butler.  The film tells the story of a black butler who raises a family waiting on “The Man” and examines the attitudes of wife, family, and offspring relative to the benefits of this honest work in a “demeaning” position. Go figure. Money, money, money Oprah. Poor baby.

Over thirty years after the insanity of Compton and South Central, you’d think the national “black community” would have developed a bit of sophistication. A bit of discernment. A shred of skepticism or self-criticism. A sense of proportion. But clearly not. Not if Oprah Winfrey is any indication. And she’s one of the bright ones.

Today, in Chicago, we still have to suffer the likes of Monique Davis, one of the Windy City’s highest “black community” representatives, and she still manages to invent out of her backside alone notions that top most previous black community myths for sheer idiocy, by claiming that it’s not really black-on-black crime plaguing her home town, it’s not Trayvon-killing-Trayvon, or Trayvon killing somebody’s little sister in a drive-by. That’s not it at all. It’s really white cops going around, secretly killing all those 500 black young men every year.

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/08/01/bill-orelly-goes-after-chicago-democrat-for-publicizing-suspicions-about-police-killing-black-children-during-tense-interview/

http://chicago.cbslocal.com/2013/07/19/state-rep-maybe-the-police-are-killing-some-of-these-kids/

By the way homies, that chemical in malt liquor is called “alcohol.” It doesn’t make you go crazy, it releases inhibitions and lets out your true nature without the filter of a brain to temper your thoughts or actions. If you riot, beat up helpless truck drivers, and burn down your own homes, shoot each other, and tend to slap around your “bitches and hoes” when you’re drunk, it’s probably just you being yourself. Statistically. Demographically speaking. Nothing personal. Nothing inherently racial about it.

And yes, George Zimmerman did turn up at the scene of a truck rollover a week after his release from Sybrina Fulton’s bondage, and he did indeed help rescue the occupants trapped in the vehicle. Like I said, it’s a statistical probability for his personality type, social, political, and ethnic demographic. That’s just George being George. Statistically. Demographically speaking.

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2013/07/22/george-zimmerman-rescued-man-from-truck-crash-last-week-police-say/

http://www.theroot.com/buzz/family-saved-george-zimmerman-cancels-press-conference

Historical disturbances in the racial fabric of America are often hard to pin down and rationalize. But Trayvon Martin’s case is right here and now, in the most information-based society in history, in the world. It would seem unlikely that anyone could not understand what it was all about. Yet, so many Americans, most of them black, choose to know nothing about the case and simply join into the riots and protests for cultural and ethnic reasons of fellowship.

From a national perspective, nobody could at first be expected to know that local law enforcement and the original district attorney’s office privately knew “Sybrina’s Folly” (as the whole “Justice for Trayvon” exercise should have been called) was little more than the  self-indulgence of a grieving mother. But the Martin rumor mill, disinformation and misinformation factory, exploited the ignorance of the national sentiment. They had the nation by the heart, its balls would eventually follow, and they didn’t need to trouble the nation’s brain with the matter at all.

The Sybrina Fulton attack plan was not an exercise in critical thinking. Their publicity machine spewed forth more than enough credible-seeming bullshite to make the whole “Justice for Trayvon” enterprise look reasonable. At first blush, of course their conspiracy theories sounded plausible given their southern locale and America’s overt history of racism. Even a race-baited and civil-rights-weary white America initially conceded that much. But in the cause-starved, eager-to-protest university campus centers full of eager, self-hating liberal young white kids were magnetically attracted to the young black community, the “Hood,” and the hip, hop, fresh def and happenin’ cause of Trayvon Martin. It was the “progressive” cause of all causes.

The religious fervor that formed around the myth of Trayvon Martin’s martyrdom, immediately characterized him as the archetypal pure innocent black victim of white supremacy. That market didn’t have to be sold. It was easy to believe. That market would believe it even if Sybrina Fulton broke down and confessed she’d made it all up with Rachel Jeantel just to get money and attention. So promoting Trayvon Martin to Black Sainthood was no trouble at all, especially in the context of the rapidly evolving Martin team’s flurry of finger-pointing bullshite. This included the media’s edited 911recordings, anecdotal “witness” fabrications, speculations, completely ignorant, revisionist theorizing about Zimmerman’s “connections” that got him off the charges, “experts” who read his body language, a train of Martin-team pretended re-creations, hired voice “experts,” cascades of lying, social-media bigotry on all sides, and a modern ADD/ADHD-based news cycle that has cultivated a press and electronic media that eagerly lapped up the drama and heartbreak of the Martin narrative.

The legend of George Zimmerman as the world’s most heinous racist and killer, originated shortly after Trayvon’s death. It started forming from a couple of vague witnesses who jumped to conclusions without actually seeing anything, and not knowing for sure what they were actually hearing. The longest, clearest evidence of Trayvon Martin’s final encounter with George Zimmerman is a much-promoted 911 call in which somebody is calling for help, lasts only 40 seconds. Other audio witnesses also heard these cries outside their houses and contributed to the false narrative by claiming it was the voice of a “little boy.” Trayvon was also on the phone to Rachel Jeantel, a “friend” some four minutes before this allegedly damning 911 recording timestamps the still invisible struggle. A lot has been made of her testimony about this call, but the only verifiable thing about that call is the timestamp when it started and the timestamp when it ended.

While it’s certainly fair enough to assume there was a struggle taking place between Martin and Zimmerman during the recorded 911 call, we only have Jeantel’s word, and her often unintelligible recollection to vouch for the content of her own call. Many smartasses on the internet think she really nailed it, but never listen to the cross-examination and aren’t really as clever as they think they are. Just smart enough to be dangerous.

It’s easy developing these theories and crafting testimony to support them in the freedom and supportive environment of family, friends, and an eager prosecution team. The media was certainly willing to accept anything handed to it without question. In the courtroom however, Jeantel first claims she heard Trayvon say some guy was following him and then heard him yell to somebody to “get off.” She tried to say she heard some man, ostensibly Zimmerman gruffly asking Trayvon what he was doing there. Then she heard the phone bump. Or maybe it was wind noise, or Trayvon hanging up. In any case, she went on to conjure up a sketchy script in which she was certain she had heard Trayvon being assaulted by George Zimmerman, who she had decided was a sexual predator about to rape Trayvon, and then go home and rape his little brother. Combined with the 911 recording and the witnesses who had assumed a “little boy” was crying for help, this testimony was supposed to be absolute proof of Zimmerman’s guilt.

The Rachel Jeantel story is worth a whole dissertation in and of itself. She’s wrangled her story all around the block several times before trial and then embellished it on several talk shows after the verdict came out and jurors started saying she wasn’t credible. Apparently Tracey Martin didn’t think so either, and began to chuckle and hide his face in court when she began to voice her narrative of Trayvon and George’s alleged confrontation.

http://conservativeblackchick.com/blog/2013/07/03/zimmerman-trial-star-witness-rachel-jeantel-and-the-politics-of-soft-bigotry/

http://www.hlntv.com/article/2013/06/27/will-rachel-jeantels-testimony-determine-george-zimmerman-trial-day-4-fate

If you want to hang George Zimmerman anyway, this sort of “proof” is just fine and dandy. You just don’t bother to mention that the struggle Rachel Jeantel claimed started as George Zimmerman ran up and accosted little Trayvon while she talked to him on the phone, took place well over four minutes before what is actually known to be the time stamped moment of death for Trayvon from the live recording via 911 from far across the neighborhood in an entirely different location. The “little boy” alleged to be begging for help on the 911 recording, started doing his screaming over four minutes after Rachel Jeantel claimed that George Zimmerman had latched onto Trayvon Martin. Jeantel’s alleged start of the struggle was located a football field away from where Trayvon actually died. Far, far away from where we know the actual recorded struggle started and the on-site witnesses heard the cries for help first start.

http://theconservativetreehouse.com/2013/06/27/witness-8-rachel-jeantel-scheme-participation-dot-connection/

In order for Jeantel’s scenario to work, George Zimmerman would have had to accost Trayvon Martin about a minute or at least 30 seconds before anyone heard anything, and then continue to either drag and wrestle, or struggle and chase Trayvon down the sidewalk past the T Intersection, and continue to fight and man-handle the kid for another 40 seconds before deciding to shoot him just for the hell of it, seconds before Zimmerman knew the cops should be arriving because he’d called them himself, and after several neighbors had very openly come outside and told him to knock it off.

http://ac360.blogs.cnn.com/2013/07/16/juror-b37-rachel-jeantel-wasnt-a-good-witness/

But it’s not even that easy. The crime scene is only a few yards long between the first encounter of the two and the end of the fight where Trayvon bought the farm. If Jeantel’s phone call cuts off with Zimmerman’s “attack” at the T intersection where Zimmerman and all the evidence says it did, apart from the greeting and who threw the first punch, you have Zimmerman and Jeantel pretty much telling the same story to that point. The problem with Jeantel’s version, is that she claims repeatedly that Zimmerman followed Trayvon to his daddy’s doorstep, came up and attacked him there. That’s about 100 yards away and around a corner from where the actual incident took place.

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2012/04/02/us/the-events-leading-to-the-shooting-of-trayvon-martin.html?_r=0

So let’s play Rachel Jeantel’s game. She says Trayvon Martin told her he was already at his father’s (adulterous lover’s) house already. She claims Zimmerman had followed him all the way to this  temporary home, came up and confronted him. She claims she heard all off this through the phone. But this isn’t possible, even conceivable given the timing and actual distance from the scene of Trayvon’s death. So, let’s imagine that Rachel wasn’t just making up a good story to help her dead friend. Let’s imagine that Trayvon Martin was lying to her over the phone. Obviously, she had no way of telling where he really was so that much would be easy. But then, why would he do that?

West asked why Trayvon Martin “decided to approach this man and say ‘why you following me,” when he could have “just run home.”

“He was already by his house,”Jeantel replied. “He told me.”

“Of course, you don’t know if he was telling you the truth or not,” West speculated.

“Why he need to lie about that, sir?” Jeantel asked, skeptically.

West paused for a few seconds, then offered, “Maybe if he decided to assault George Zimmerman, he didn’t want you to know about it.”

Jeantel, whose testimony has been characterized by blunt language and irritability with the defense attorney, told West “That’s real retarded, sir,” and added “You don’t know the person. You do not know him.”

http://www.mediaite.com/tv/witness-rachel-jeantel-rebukes-defense-attorney-theory-thats-real-retarded-sir/

Perhaps, as West suggested, Trayvon Martin didn’t want to just come out and tell her he’d doubled back, and was planning to confront Zimmerman on his own terms with the advantage of darkness and surprise. Even so, the prosecution’s best witness clearly claims that it was Trayvon Martin who approached Zimmerman and initiated an agitated verbal exchange. Not even Rachel claims it was George who came up to Trayvon and started the hostile interrogation. It was Trayvon Martin who turned and snapped at Zimmerman, demanding a justification for his presence, not the other way ‘round.

But, one thing’s for certain, if at any time before his death Trayvon Martin had actually made it all the way home as he allegedly told Jeantel, the only way to ever meet up with George Zimmerman at the fatal T intersection is to spin off his doorstep almost immediately, and very deliberately decide to book it back down three lengths of houses and around a corner at a very brisk pace to catch George at the T where Zimmerman had just exited his truck to see if Trayvon was still wandering around the area. It’s absolutely clear that Trayvon Martin never went home, never intended to, and never dropped off the snacks he was still carrying, allegedly intended for his little brother. It’s clear that at the moment on the police non-emergency tape where Zimmerman tells the cops he’d lost him, that he was “running,” what Trayvon was doing is rabbiting around corners and buildings in the dark to shake Zimmerman off his tail so he could come back under cover and surprise him.

In other testimony-and there’s hours of it–Jeantel claims Trayvon never saw Zimmerman get out of the truck and that later in the conversation he couldn’t see George any more. That’s probably true. Trayvon spent four minutes sneaking around somewhere in the dark before he got pissed off or curious enough to turn around around and came back to find George unexpectedly standing there on the sidewalk at the T. I don’t know why this is so hard to conclude. Rachel Jeantel’s testimony puts Trayvon Martin at his father’s (girlfriend’s) doorstep at the moment of Zimmerman’s alleged assault. That’s a timed, recorded moment. A fixed time that agrees with other timed 911 tapes. It’s only the alleged location that is utterly bogus.

Because either Rachel Jeantel or Trayvon Martin was lying and making up a scenario about the assault of George Zimmerman to make Martin look better. One or both of these were attempting to say Zimmerman had hunted Trayvon down to his doorstep. That implies malice, and tends to justify Martin’s beat-down of Zimmerman. Neither Trayvon nor Rachel however, had any foresight to suspect that Trayvon would get himself shot, which screwed up their overall story in the end.

Zimmerman lost Trayvon Martin for four minutes shortly after his initial contact. Nobody contests that. That’s plenty of time for Trayvon to get get his tall, athletic butt home. And if that’s the story Trayvon wanted to tell Rachel Jeantel over the phone, fine. But then, why wouldn’t Trayvon just go inside and stay? Or call the cops. And where was Trayvon’s dad and adulterous lover all this time? Why would Trayvon make it “home” to safety, and then inexplicably turn back at his front stoop and confront some stranger who presented no immediate danger and was following him at a distance? If George Zimmerman really did follow Trayvon Martin right to the door, as Rachel Jeantel’s testimony implies, how is it then, that Trayvon’s death struggle and ultimate demise, actually occurred at the exact time Rachel Jeantel’ phone records suggest, yet not on his front porch, but some 100 yards away and around a couple of corners on the other side of several housing units?

The answer to these questions is a simple one. The entire Rachel Jeantel-inspired George Zimmerman as a killer-stalker scenario is a fable. It’s the way Rachel Jeantel wishes it happened. It’s the way Sybrina Fulton Inc. hopes it happened. It’s the only scenario that makes brave little Trayvon a heroic figure. If it didn’t happen that way, if it happened the way the actual evidence suggests, then Trayvon Martin is just another jumped-up, hooded-up black punk who did himself in playing gangsta with the wrong hankie.

So what we have here, clearly, is that Trayvon lied to, or to put it politely, was just bullshitting his friend Rachel over the phone to justify a thumping he was planning to put on George Zimmerman. Or, alternately, Rachel lied to everyone after the fact to make her friend Trayvon look more like a victim. Or both. What actually happened that fateful night however, is almost inescapable. Zimmerman spotted Trayvon looking suspicious. Trayvon Martin spotted his observer, and found it very annoying that some “Creepy ass cracker” was giving him the eye. So he dodged Zimmerman, skulked around in the dark a while, doubled-back and came up out of the shadows exactly as described by Jeantel through the phone, and confronted George: “Why you following me?!!”

Some say Rachel Jeantel got her friend Trayvon killed that night by planting the seed in him mind that George Zimmerman was a gay rapist and if he let him follow him back home he’d rape both Trayvon and his little brother. I wouldn’t lay too much blame on Jeantel, given Trayvon’s history of  street fighting and apparent eagerness to engage in thug-like behavior. But I would again pose the question: where the hell then was Tracey Martin all this time? Apparently not home.

Apparently Trayvon had left his little brother unattended for an hour, home alone, and gone off eventually to the store, however long that took him to reach. And from the store, it was another hour roughly before he met his end in the Zimmerman conflict. There was no rush to get back home to watch an important athletic contest on the television as the Martin faction frequently claims. No rush at all. Over an hour of milling around in the dark in the rain is not a “rush to get home.” That daddy didn’t even report him missing until late into the next morning suggests it was no big thing for Papa Martin simply not to see Trayvon all night anyway.

No, the truth is, his daddy was out, probably partying with the mutually-adulterous girlfriend, and Trayvon was wandering around, scouting the new neighborhood in the dark for some reason only known to himself, and in the process of talking crap with a friend on the phone, noticed George Zimmerman watching him, and eventually became concerned about being followed home by a homicidal, perverted, cracker, rapist. The chain of events from that point on are fairly well documented and witnessed.

Zimmerman obviously never got closer than the length of a football field to Trayvon’s house. It was completely behind several other buildings. Zimmerman would have had no idea where Martin lived, and clearly Martin never went home. So Zimmerman was never there. Nobody confronted anyone there. The Martin/Zimmerman wordplay and fatal scuffle never started there.

In order to make the Jeantel-Fulton-Martin story work, George Zimmerman would have to have accosted the fictional little baby Trayvon (whom you’ve seen from all the public photographs) at his front doorstep, grabbed him up and run the hundred yard dash with a struggling kid in his arms in ten or twenty seconds, set him down at the T intersection, and then laid on his back so baby Trayvon could climb on top and start beating his head against the sidewalk. This would have to have happened because, a few short moments after Rachel’s phone goes dead, the instant she and/or Trayvon claim that Zimmerman “hit” our little baby Trayvon Martin, 911 calls are recorded of the struggle, and witnesses observe Zimmerman getting the crap beaten out of himself by a very large not-baby Trayvon Martin, who had assumed a “pound and ground” MMA position pinning George almost helplessly on his back.

There’s not a hope in hell anything like that at all happened between the real George Zimmerman and the real Trayvon Martin. Trayvon Martin wasn’t a little boy. Zimmerman could have never commanded control of him. Neither George or Trayvon could have ever been close to Martin’s place of temporary residence. Painting George as a hulking adult and Trayvon as a little kid doesn’t work either. Witnesses saw Trayvon on top of Zimmerman beating him all to hell. Trayvon was not struggling, not just fighting, but Trayvon was beating George Zimmerman’s ass.

The comical part of Rachel Jeantel’s testimony, inasmuch as so many Trayvon Martin fans think it so conclusively proves Trayvon’s innocence, is that even if Rachel Jeantel actually heard the correct version of the actual Martin/Zimmerman meet-up over the phone, you still have a pissed-off Trayvon Martin angrily confronting George Zimmerman over why he was following him. And at worst, you only have a George Zimmerman asking what Trayvon was doing around the place in response. You still have no idea who smacked who first, or who grabbed who or what the fight was even about from that testimony. And more importantly, letting the actual words exchanged pass for the sake of the argument, Rachel Jeantel’s testimony is entirely supportive of George Zimmerman’s contention that Martin came up out of nowhere and with a few words slugged him in the nose out of the blue.

“Trayvon got hit,” said Jeantel.

“You don’t know that, do you?” West shot back.

“No sir,” said Jeantel.

“You don’t know if Trayvon got hit, do you?” asked West.

“No sir,” said Jeantel.

“You don’t know that Trayvon didn’t, at that moment, take his fist and drive it into George Zimmerman’s face, do you?”

No sir,” said Jeantel. West also challenged Jeantel several times over whether Zimmerman approached Martin the night of the shooting, but she maintained her story.

“If he was going to confront the man he would have told me, ‘I am about to confront the man and see what he wants.’ He did not tell me that, sir. He just told me he tried to get home, sir. But the man was still following him, sir,” said Jeantel.

http://www.hlntv.com/article/2013/06/27/will-rachel-jeantels-testimony-determine-george-zimmerman-trial-day-4-fate

Rachel’s first problem with credibility comes with the several versions of her basic story, in which new details seem to be constantly appearing the more she tells it. She originally hadn’t told anyone Trayvon had called Zimmerman a “creepy ass cracker,” or that he’d observed, “this nigga’s still on me.” The dialogue in which she and Trayvon talked about Zimmerman’s obvious homosexual desires towards the youth came up in some interviews, and not others. Those and other fairly important details went and came back again between repeating it to several recorded groups of people.

Zimmerman’s defense team pointed out that she’d made some 9 other calls to Trayvon that night.  When questioned about them, she couldn’t remember a single word of any of those, or even where Trayvon was when they were talking. Oddly enough, she has very precise memories of every word spoken, even by Zimmerman, who wasn’t even near the phone, and where exactly Trayvon was at the time of the one call most helpful to making Trayvon Martin out to be a martyr. Nevertheless, through Rachel’s phone records, and using other time markers like the time stamp on the video and register tape, from the market where Trayvon bought his now famous snacks, it became apparent that Martin checked out of the store at 6:23PM. Zimmerman’s first call describing Trayvon roaming the night and looking “suspicious” came in at 7:09PM. That’s giving Trayvon Martin 46 minutes at that point simply to walk a few blocks home. But he wasn’t anywhere near home, in fact he was slinking around an entirely different area of the complex over 100 yards from his doorstep.

Whatever else he was doing that night, he hadn’t just run down to the corner quicky mart to buy candy and tea for his little brother. And he wasn’t skipping merrily home. What he seemed to be doing is rambling around George Zimmerman’s housing development in the dark, in the cold, in the rain for the better part of an hour. If we assume it took him 46 minutes to dawdle back from the store, we can easily assume he dawdled his way over to it, loitering around the complex the same way for another 46 minutes. He still had the Skittles and tea (Actually it was berry drink) in his pocket, unopened, undelivered to baby brother. And you have to ask yourself, what would be the point of wandering around in the dark and the cold and the wet for even the known 46 minutes, even if you were talking to your girlfriend on and off?

The least nefarious explanation would be that he was “talkin’ nigga shit widdiz hoe” and wanted to keep it private. Otherwise most normal folk would have just gone home to their comfy room, cracked open the goodies and had that lengthy conversation in a civilized environment. No crime in that, but props to George Zimmerman, that’s gotta look like pretty odd behavior to a night watch volunteer.

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/07/15/star-witness-rachel-jeantel-speaks-out-for-first-time-after-trial/

Rachel Jeantel claims however, that apart from the fact that she remembers every word of her last conversation with Trayvon, she thought so little of that last call that she hung up, continued doing her hair and getting ready to go out to socialize that night. Even though in her final tellings of her final version of the call, she now claims she was convinced Trayvon was probably cut off while under attack by a gay, killer-rapist, for some reason, she never followed up with that possibility after the abrupt ending of the call.

Which leaves us with the only other alternative: Did Trayvon at least in some sense, get what he had coming? Was the whole Zimmerman/Martin encounter just a case of nature weeding out the stupid?  Was George Zimmerman in the final analysis, just less stupid or perhaps, just better prepared for his own stupidity than Trayvon Martin?

http://www.politico.com/story/2013/07/george-zimmerman-lawyer-94610.html

While the nation’s first “black” president plays another round of golf, why is it so desperately necessary that all the plain dumb white folks and all the day-to-day simple brown, yellow, red, and slightly less-tanned Americans have to keep guilting-away their dwindling cash through donations, apologies, and pretending to tolerate violent, deadly, black-based and black-on-black based stupidity simply because it hurts Sybrina Fulton’s feelings?

Fact: a lot of crime and criminal behavior centers around idiotic black youth, and silly assed black males like Trayvon “NO_LIMIT_NIGGA” Martin. Is it really worth destroying race relations across all American ethnic strata to avoid hurting the feelings and pride of two politically and ideologically motivated Florida parents determined to turn their son’s tragic death into a Black-Power corporate empire? How does selling Rachel Jeantel’s farce of a storyline do anything at all to help other thick-headed black youth escape their own stupidity?  Is it just too much to have to accept the fact that some of these nappy-headed little black American angel boys are not so much the victims of a repressive white conspiracy, as they are the casualties of their own ignorant, sub-cultural idiocy?

http://dailycaller.com/2013/08/05/ted-nugent-trayvon-martin-got-justice-video/

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/04/ted-nugent-trayvon-martin_n_3704747.html

You can’t pretend to have followed the Trayvon Martin/George Zimmerman case at all and not know that the girl “friend” Trayvon was on the phone with just  before he got himself shot is Rachel Jeantel. Rachel appeared on Piers Morgan’s very accommodating, white-liberal-guilt-driven leftist cable talk show shortly after the “not guilty” verdict came down for George Zimmerman. She essentially admitted what nobody has even really contested: Trayvon Martin was indeed a gang-banging poser. Her only defense for Martin’s lifestyle choice, is that while he deliberately looked, acted, talked, wrote, published, bragged, boasted and gave every impression that he was a “thug,” she maintains that deep-down he was a very kind youth who wasn’t “really” a thug and only occasionally smoked dope. (Probably only just enough to make him slightly paranoid about creepy ass crackers stalking him…) The fact remains that Jeantel did neither the prosecution nor the memory of Trayvon Martin much good once she finally dragged her substantial ass out into daylight and had to sputter and grunt out a coherent narrative of some sort that people could at least try to follow in public. No doubt, until she showed up in court, it was Rachel Jeantel driving the whole narrative of Trayvon’s untimely demise.

I’d say, consider the source, but by the time Rachel Jeantel materialized, the scenario was long fixed and non-negotiable.

Now, in the course of her Piers Morgan mutterings, Rachel Jeantel claims “they” changed it up some nine, ten, or so years back and now I can use the word “nigga” all I want. Not “nig-ger,” mind you but “nig-ga.” This new use of the word, she contends, means a “male,” any male, even if he’s Chinese. No negative or racial connotations with that at all she asserts. Just like “cracker.” That’s not racial at all either she maintains. Except it still only applies only to white guys, and specifically to cops or prison guards or security officers or other white rednecks who think they’re in charge. Nothing at all ethnically or racially demeaning about that at all any more. So she says.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dH5iEsO7Hls

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w44bH1ihLRg

I agree with Rachel to some extent about the evolution and usage of slang, but not entirely. “Nigga” is an easily identified concept connected to both current  and longstanding black slang. It has indeed lost a lot of it’s hatred and racist overtones whoever is using it. However, she’s whitewashed (pun intended) her definition somewhat. To understand it’s full meaning, you have to in most contexts subconsciously connect the prefix “dumb” to almost every use of the word “nigga.” That’s the way the word is really, and almost universally understood in the “black” community, particularly when used by a white guy. This, perhaps, except, as Rachel points out, in the “New School.” So, Rachel, if that’s our future, then that’s who I’m going to address here.

Yo, nigga. Zup?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuYd9pA8LIY

Rachel Jeantel’s assertions notwithstanding, I’m not going to be excused however much faith I put in her claims of current “black” homey vernacular. Not a chance of that. Not even by the “New School” thug-gangbanger posers she calls her closest friends. The rules of correctly using the word “nigga” in truth, don’t apply if you’re both white and you don’t agree with them. If you’re black, even though not technically a “nigga,” you can say what you want. It’s niggas talking ’bout niggas. If you’re white however, a different rule applies. In that case: They may be niggas, but they’s our niggas.

I defer to “Boondocks” for any further definitions.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3m8eqwQ-Ds

I’m not saying this. I can’t. I’m white. Boondocks however, makes it clear that “niggas” often engage in a thought process that is entirely foreign to the average “cracker.” The “white” population will never understand how Barack Obama for instance, non-governs the way he non-governs and gets away with it in the “black” community, or how he can be loved by them in spite of massive poverty and unemployment rates in that community. Rush Limbaugh has coined the term, “The Limbaugh Theorem,” to explain this phenomenon, in which he proposes that Obama deliberately avoids ever being seen in a position of running anything, or leading anything. Instead he’s constantly selling the black, liberal masses on the proposition that he’s lobbying the Powers that Be, trying to fix these injustices and broken governmental systems that have so obviously failed his constituency.

Even the great Limbaugh misses the bit point. It’s simpler than that. Barack Obama never ran for the office of president of the United States of America. As far as he’s concerned he’s been elected the Head Nigga in Charge. The Head Nigga is only in charge of the other niggas. He’s never actually the Boss Man. The Boss Man works for the Master of the House. Head Nigga is therefore always twice removed from feeling any actual ownership of the plantation itself except insofar as it’s welfare, and that of the Boss Man and Master, kicks back around to benefit all the little niggas working on it. And of course, the Head Nigga.

The Boss Man, well, that’s Bush. That’s the Republicans. That’s the House. That’s them. That’s THE MAN. The Head Nigga doesn’t run the place. He lobbies THE MAN on behalf of his lower-caste niggas. Head Nigga is friend to all the little niggas. Head Nigga is not THE MAN. Ever. Head Nigga is not even capable of ever even becoming THE MAN. That’s the way a community organizer thinks. Get the niggas up-in-arms, take their issues to THE MAN, and extract some concessions from the Boss. That’s what EOE and civil rights lawyers and lobbyists do. That’s what lawyers do in general. That’s what the Obamas do, or did, for a living. They are civil rights, community activist lawyers. Barack Obama has achieved the status of Head Nigga in Charge of all America’s hard-workin’ field niggas. When Clint Eastwood talked to an empty chair and an invisible president, that’s exactly how Obama himself sees it. That’s the Boss Man’s chair, that’s where Bush sat. That’s the guy I’m lobbying against. It’s not my chair.

The notion that all those little working-class niggas out there, black, white, brown, all multi-colored and multi-racial, are actually the owners of the American Plantation in this analogy totally escapes Barack Hussein Obama. So does the fact that in the old days when niggas got a little bonus it was because niggas worked their backsides off to impress Massuh. You might think the lack of any cotton-pickin’ goin’ on in the civil rights plantation today would be an obvious hole in their negotiating platform, but the truth is, they’ve convinced all the little white and brown and non-black niggas out, there, all we collective Americans, that we owe them retro-actively for all the cotton their great great great great grand pappy theoretically picked a hundred and fifty years ago or so. Some of us buy that I suppose, but mostly we just pay them off so they don’t riot. Barack Obama, like the Al Sharptons and the fossilizing race-industry hangers-on like Jesse Jackson only know how to get hold of money, how to get ahead, or wield power in their lives and communities one way: you exploit the civil rights dodge the way it has worked since the Kennedy era. You hearken back to the days of an overtly, Jim Crow era system of black oppression by whites and pretend nothing’s changed. A black president only makes that a bit harder to illustrate. So you have to gin-up a little racial injustice and disharmony to keep the pot bubbling and the income trickling into the coffers. That’s the mentality that embraces Trayvon Martin’s political machine. Trayvon Martin isn’t a martyr and patron saint of lost black youth, so much as a  symbol of the continued employment of career lawyers and “community leaders” in the race business. He’s the little black kid hunted down by the evil white power structure in American’s institutional system of racism and killed for just being black they can all point to and say–see, nothin’s changed. Ka-ching, ka-ching. Just make that out to the Trayvon Martin Foundation.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2v5KRcvFvhc

There is only one sure truth in the inter-play between Trayvon Martin from Martin’s perspective–from the perspective of any “at risk” young black male. From the perspective of the “black community.” Trayvon Martin had absolutely no control over what George Zimmerman was thinking that fateful night. Trayvon Martin had absolutely no control over what George Zimmerman was doing out there that night, good bad, armed, justified or not. But Trayvon Martin had absolute control over what Trayvon Martin was thinking and doing out there in the dark and the rain. And the truth is, George Zimmerman wasn’t “Whitey.” He wasn’t the fictional hillbilly racist invented by the Race-Baiting Industry. That entire theme vanished in the actual trial because there was no evidence for it at all.

Short of the sinister, baby-killing redneck monster created by the Sybrina Fulton Corporation, George Zimmerman’s race or racial biases had almost no opportunity to figure much into Trayvon’s death in any case. Zimmerman could have been Haitian or Zambian and had skin as black as a bowling ball. Trayvon wasn’t being “stalked.” Trayvon was being observed by the local night watch because he looked suspicious for whatever reason, call it “profiling” or not. But that didn’t get him killed.

Clan Martin and company desperately tried to sell the world on the notion that little baby Trayvon was snacking on candy on his front stoop and minding his own business when some huge, vicious white racist ran him down and shot him dead in cold blood. That was a lie. That was a lie they continued to tell with the help of a willing media, an overtly ignorant public sentiment (black and white) and a pandering, leftist political class. The Martin team sold this complete fabrication for a full year after it was known to be entirely baseless for fame and profit. This lie began at best as a mother’s hope and delusion to avoid having to face the simple fact that Trayvon Martin found out the hard way that Nigga Moments can be fatal. Martin may have only been “playing” the thug. But George Zimmerman had know way of knowing the difference between “playing” and “being” while he was getting his head beat into the sidewalk.

“Can I help you sir? Yes sir. No sir. I live right over there sir. No problem. You have a good evening…”

That’s the conversation that would have kept Trayvon Martin alive. You can say Trayvon doesn’t owe some “crazy-ass cracker” that courtesy because it’s none of his business what he’s doing out in the dark, skulking around the housing complex. Maybe not. But Trayvon Martin owes Trayvon Martin that conversation. I obviously can’t understand “black” culture entirely. But, this is the same advice I’ve frequently given my own large, dangerous-looking sons. That’s because, in the “White Community” we generally teach our children to avoid saying that one thing that will get them shot or beaten-down. In my experience however, in the “Black Community” be it with cops, bouncers, security details, community watch, or just heavily armed fellow homeys, the ethos or social standard seems to reward lipping off with just exactly the right thing to inflame violence. In my casual observations, one of the reasons more black guys get arrested than white guys on similar charges, is that the white guy knows what not to say to get thrown in jail for the night.

If you as a “black community” want to continue to argue the case that “Whitey” has no business asking questions or otherwise “profiling” large black teenaged males roaming the dark and rainy night, in a crime-plagued housing complex where they are clearly strangers, if you wish to continue to argue that “Whitey” has a beat-down coming for daring to be concerned about the character of big black youth dressed like thugs prowling around the darkness, then you will simply have to continue to make that argument weeping over a slab in the morgue.