What kind of world do we live in when a crazy guy can't wander the streets of Crown Heights, Brooklyn, wielding a shower head as if it were a shotgun without having to worry about being gunned down by the police?
I happen to know, from having seen the movie Do the Right Thing, that mentally ill lightskins used to wander the streets of Brooklyn on a regular basis, mumbling something or other about the civil rights movement, and it wasn't as much of an issue. Any police killings had to do with the volume-levels on a suspiciously old-looking teenager's ghetto blaster.
If there's a difference between now and then, it's gentrification. The one white guy in a Celtics jersey (to further abuse this metaphor) has multiplied a million times over, and he's stepping on the black community's collective Air Jordans, calling the police just because there's a guy out here threatening people.
Black people wouldn't have called the cops on this kid who was shot yesterday, if only because the cops, when they arrived, may have killed them as well, let alone the fact that the kid, whom they probably knew, didn't pose a real threat.
The initial reports of the incident seem highly suspect, and I'm sure people are pissed, but I wonder if that part of New York has enough black people who don't have shit to do during the day to maintain much of a protest. I guess we'll see.