George Zimmerman’s murder trial is a rapidly unspooling farce that could likely result in a massive tragedy.
When Trayvon Martin’s slaying became an international moral panic last year, the media’s blind barking supplicants to the Global Cult of Equality stoked racial tensions by first insisting that George Zimmerman was white. When that proved to be untrue, they deliberately doctored evidence to lend the false impression that Zimmerman stalked Martin because he was black. They were mostly silent regarding a neighbor of Zimmerman’s claim that his gated Florida community had been hit by eight burglaries in the fifteen months prior to Zimmerman’s fatal encounter with Martin, all of them allegedly perpetrated by black males.
For all the smug avowals of the brainwashed and sold-out egalitarian media that the so-called “racists” are “living in the past,” the late-stage progressive agenda can only be clumsily propped up by continually reminding the public of racial atrocities that largely ceased happening generations ago. Any sober review of statistics by someone with a grade-school understanding of math would reveal that modern racial violence in America is lopsidedly happening against whites, but it would be career suicide for any mainstream reporter to concede this.
Thus it was transcendentally ironic last week when the first wisp of evidence emerged that the case had anything whatsoever to do with race. The evidence came when Rachel Jeantel, whom John Derbyshire refers to as a “three-hundred-pound slab of ghetto attitude,” testified on the witness stand that Trayvon had referred to Zimmerman as a “creepy-ass cracker.”
Over a year ago, CNN tried and failed to prove that Zimmerman had used the word “coons” in his 911 call before he killed Martin. It has reached the point in America where white-on-black racially motivated violence is so supremely rare, the media is forced to call Hispanic men “white” and to hire sound technicians to search for nonexistent racial slurs on audio tracks as if they were fanatical Christians playing Judas Priest records backwards in the hope of finding satanic messages.
Being identified as a “cracker” in Florida can get you killed. But the American media was largely silent about that double murder of two “crackers” by a black gangbanger. They also didn’t whip up the slightest bit of moral hysteria about a recent home invasion caught on a nanny cam where a burly black man savagely beat a white woman in front of her three-year-old daughter.
You see, such cases don’t fit the script. And if you don’t stick to the script, you lose your job and are forever cast out of polite society.
So instead of manning up and admitting that the only evidence so far of racial animus in George Zimmerman’s murder trial allegedly came straight from Trayvon Martin’s lips, panicked prog pundits scrambled last week to explain that “cracker” is not a racist term. After all, that’s what Rachel Jeantel claims, and even though the thick-necked, heavy-lidded she-beast appears to be barely sentient, white people are too stupid to understand her. We are lectured by the same people who incessantly lampoon white Southern accents that crackers are simply too “ignorant” to comprehend the rich vibrant nuances of Miz Jeantel’s prehistoric verbal grunts and clicks. White people should quit whining, or at least that’s what the laughably white staffers at Gawker—who never cease whining about the innate sinfulness of whiteness—recommend.
At one point during her cross-examination, Rachel Jeantel, who’s 19 years old and still in high school, claimed that she was unable to read cursive writing. This suggests the possibility that her name is actually “Racial” and she’s been spelling it wrong all along.
Witnesses who testified last week contradicted themselves and one another multiple times. But for a depressingly high quotient of Americans, the facts of the case seem entirely irrelevant. Racial prejudice is a two-way street, and most Americans seem to have prejudged this case the moment they heard of it.
Defense Attorney Don West is a cadaverous and charmless man whose opening statement included perhaps the worst knock-knock joke in history. George Zimmerman, who appears to have eaten any compelling evidence that existed against him since being charged with murder, is likewise devoid of charisma. (If he is acquitted, he will not walk, he will waddle.) And despite the millions of Americans who claim they know exactly what happened on the night in question, Zimmerman remains the only person who actually knows. In the end, this may have been nothing more than a fatal confrontation between two hotheaded douchebags. It’s hard to find a sympathetic character in the entire saga.
The only sympathetic—pitiable, rather—character is America itself. This nation is fatally divided along racial, ideological, intellectual, and economic lines, the whole mess likely preplanned and engineered by culture-busting globalist forces from on high. But even to suggest such a thing will have you labeled “paranoid” by the same blinkered tools who are constantly hallucinating racist demons where none exist.
When O. J. Simpson was acquitted of murdering two white people, white Americans did not riot. When four LAPD officers—three who were white and one who was Mexican, although the press habitually referred to them all as white—were acquitted on charges of using excessive force against serial fuckup Rodney King, LA’s ghettos erupted in solar flares of violence that left 53 dead. Two decades ago, the press carefully sculpted a narrative of institutional racial hatred and King’s abject victimization that consistently sidestepped crucial details, such as the fact that King had two partners with him that night who obeyed police orders and didn’t get beaten.
And now we have a queasy feeling of déjà vu. Rather than holding the powers that be accountable, America’s mainstream press seems to be taking orders from them. If Zimmerman is acquitted and the multiple threats of rioting and murder come true, the Fourth Estate will once again have blood on its hands. But this time, they may not be forgiven. Let’s hope not, anyway.
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