October 22, 2015

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For the Times editors, this was a disaster. Thompson was black; Happe was not just white but blond. There”€™d be no finagling their way out of telling the story of an unimaginably brutal black-on-white crime that involved rape and torture. Unless, of course, they simply decided not to tell it.

And that’s exactly what they did. They sat on the story. The front page of the metro section the day after police released the details to the press was devoted to a whimsical human-interest story about people in Altadena who keep llamas as pets. The Happe murder and the clear and present threat to every woman in L.A. went completely unmentioned. I called ombudswoman Gold to ask why the story was being suppressed. Even Gold, the ever-obedient cog in the Times machinery, was dumbfounded by the omission, calling the story “€œsuch a huge thing that would”€™ve been in the public’s interest to have published”€ (you can hear her voicemail message here).

Within a few days, Thompson was turned in by his own family. Yes, the blood relatives of this vile creature cared more about getting him off the streets than the Times editors, who did not report the story until Thompson was safely in custody, thus freeing them of the responsibility to show his photo (Happe was killed Feb. 22; the first Times story ran March 3).

The L.A. Times was willing to jeopardize the life of every woman in L.A. in the name of politically correct, “€œracially sensitive”€ reporting. And there’s something else: Roberta Happe lived exactly the kind of life that leftists claim a white person should live. She “€œchecked her privilege”€ and devoted herself entirely to those less fortunate, especially “€œpeople of color.”€ Yet that did not win her one iota of credit, not one scrap of respect, not the smallest amount of concern, when she was murdered. In the end, to the editors of the Times, she was just some inconvenient white bitch to be ignored, an embarrassing statistic to be afforded neither dignity nor justice.

This is the disease of political correctness. Through the Roberta Happe case, I came to truly understand the human cost of the left’s pathology. I”€™d been a critic of political correctness my entire life, but the Happe case gave birth to an anger, a rage, that’s never left. And it’s a rage that sometimes gets directed at my fellow conservatives when they fall for childish hoaxes like the “€œCNN albino Mercer”€ fraud. In the ongoing battle against the mainstream media’s manipulation of stories, there is no need for fakery. The actual facts are much more damning, and much more grotesque, than some anonymous troll’s clumsy Photoshop.

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