Back in August, when news first broke of a shooting in Ferguson, Mo., the media world, perpetually tingling with eagerness for white-on-black violence stories, plunged into delirium. An unarmed, black 18-year-old "gentle giant" had been shot in the back while running away from a white police officer! He had been assassinated while holding his hands in the air. "Hands up; don't shoot," chanted protesters.
If the early reports had been accurate, I would have been happy to jump on a plane and march with the protesters. I wouldn't have set fire to any convenience stores or beauty parlors but I would have demanded a full investigation and, if evidence supported it, an arrest.
But the reports were not accurate, and we had reason to doubt them as soon as the video of the convenience store robbery emerged. The theft and rough shoving of the owner didn't look very gentle.
Now, as the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and The Washington Post are reporting, more evidence is emerging that supports the officer's account. The autopsy (first released in September) shows that Brown was not shot in the back. He was hit in the chest, arm and forehead. The entry wounds show that his hands were not raised when he was hit, and blood-spatter evidence suggests he was advancing on officer Darren Wilson. A wound on Brown's hand contained gunpowder residue, supporting Wilson's claim that Brown went for his gun while Wilson was seated in the car. There is forensic evidence showing that the gun did, as Wilson testified, go off in the car.
Seven or eight African-American eyewitnesses, reports the Post, support Wilson's account of what happened but have remained out of the public eye for their own safety.
Brown was found to have enough THC in his body to trigger hallucinations. Marijuana doesn't usually promote aggression, but it can induce paranoia in some people and certainly warp perception.
And so Brown joins a long, very sad list of faux "civil rights" victims. Recall the "epidemic" of black church burnings in the South, the nooses found hanging from black professors' offices, the KKK appearance at Oberlin College a couple of years ago, the Tawana Brawley rape case and the Florida black voter disenfranchisement case. Each of these, and too many other cases to list, was greeted with lip-smacking relish from the press. All of them were frauds or hoaxes.
In this familiar morality play, it's always 1963; it's forever Selma. Participants luxuriate in the warm bath of sympathy for victims of the kind of white racism that disappeared decades ago. The awful period in American history when Emmett Till could be lynched for smiling at a white girl, when the Scottsboro boys were found guilty of rape despite one of the "victims" admitting she had lied, when blacks faced endemic racism everywhere, is long gone.
Now racism is the province of a few kooks, while the overwhelming majority of Americans agree on the sacredness of equality and vote twice for a black president to underscore it. Americans have many more pressing problems than racism — including family decay, terror threats, educational mediocrity, stagnant growth, intergenerational poverty and shrill polarization.
So it's heartbreaking to watch the theater play out yet again and to know that thousands, maybe millions, of American blacks are being deceived into believing an 18-year-old who showed really bad judgment in attacking a police officer is a civil rights hero, and that young black males minding their own business on city streets are in danger of being shot by police. It's demoralizing for blacks and a calumny on whites.