Dear Ferguson Rioters and Protester Supporters,
Forgive me for asking, but exactly what horrible disease was Michael Brown destined to cure had he lived? …This odd question has dogged me ever since the Ferguson protests and riots began.
Obviously I am not suggesting that anyone should be shot to death because they are not destined to achieve great things in life. But what I am stating, more like inquiring, is how many of these Black youths that we hear are supposedly “slaughtered daily by racist cops” in America would grow up to be unusually upstanding citizens; shining, laudable contributors to society? Think about it.
Again I ask: What were humanity’s horrid scourges or problems the presumably angelic Michael “Gentle Giant” Brown would certainly have solved? Answer: NONE.
I have become uncomfortably accustomed to stating the honest truths about such unfortunate people like Michael Brown, because honestly, was Michael Brown shot during the process of being a “good person”? The answer to that question, also uncomfortable, is no, he wasn’t.
Really, can’t people not at least put away all of politically-correct, lionized images that have been built around Brown for a single moment and recognize this guy for what he seemed to be, at least at the time of his death —some boisterous, belligerent (you all DO recall that Brown had just robbed a convenient store of Swisher Sweet cigars and assaulted its clerk moments before being shot? …And who the hell steals Swisher Sweet cigars, anyway? You think perhaps Brown may have been stealing those cigars to turn them into blunts of marijuana, which his autopsies say he was full of? Oh no, I guess the “Gentle Giant’” was just a cheap tobacco enthusiast, right?), obnoxious, holier-than-thou, I-own-this-town street thug. This was his attitude on August 9th, and it probably cost him his life.
Whether or not Officer Wilson was justified in shooting Mr. Brown, the question still lingers: what latter-day Benjamin Carson, Jonas Salk, Pablo Picasso, Justice Thomas…hell, I’ll even throw Huey Newton in the mix of praiseworthy comparisons to the probability of Brown making the slightest ding, one positive, lasting dent in society.
I say this because I am so sick of hearing Michael Brown’s supporters portraying him as nearly the second coming of Christ! Yes, Brown was someone’s son that was ripped away from them, and that is tragic. But Brown’s spirit has been hoisted upon this fictional pedestal his supporters are bowing before, and thinking of Officer Darren Wilson as intentionally depriving the world of the only man who could have saved humanity from the coming zombie apocalypse!
Oh, yes, Michael Brown was bound for college friends and family say, as if this proves Brown was incapable of crude, violent, aggressive, or bullying behavior. Since when does being college-bound automatically propel someone to angelic status? College doesn’t equal sainthood or greatness, as it seems many of Brown’s rent-a-mob mourners imply.
Whether or not Officer Wilson shot Brown justifiably, evidence profoundly indicates Brown was no angel. I doubt he was a good person. Likewise, those shirtless, drunk White pieces of trash or Latinos we can see fighting on COPS or your nightly news..? They are generally in those situations because they are generally NOT GOOD PEOPLE. And Michael Brown does not seem to have been either. What, was Brown’s robbery and assault at the convenience store, just a glitch in his personality, his regular comportment? Come on, let’s be real.
Similarly, was Trayvon Martin “just having a bad night” when he encountered George Zimmerman? No he wasn’t. Trayvon Martin was having a “Trayvon Martin night”.
These people we see on television, be they Black, White, Latino or whatever are not having their run-ins with police because they got too carried away with being “good people”. So let’s drop the “Michael Brown-Was-An-Angel-In-The-Making” bullcrap before we all collectively vomit.
Hell, I’ve been cuffed and thrown in jail before…before my charges were formally written, submitted, and I was deemed “capable” to be let free again (it was in Ocean City, Maryland, need I say more?). And guess what? —I was NOT a good person! I was an a**hole (heh, some things never change). I mouthed−off to a female police officer, standing over me around 7:30-ish AM on Ocean City’s beaches, and in a drunken haze called into question her sexuality, as to insult her. And insulted she certainly was. Thus swiftly following my snarky quip I was quickly bound and driven off to jail. And at that moment, that time, I was NOT a good person. I deserved what I got and then some.
But Mr. Brown’s encounter with Officer Wilson, as circumstantial evidence indicates, was not a “hiccup” in his personality; it was not just some harmless kid having “one of those days”. This young man, whether egging on his death or not, was not a “good person”, strictly speaking. Friends and family of Michael Brown initially wailed of how wonderful, kind and saintly he was, what glories and blessings he could have gifted the world. Oh, oh…what a tragic loss to society we suffered on August 9th, 2014.
Well, guess what: one in a 100,000 chances are… we didn’t. This intentional, hyperbolic glorification of Brown has surpassed collective psychosis. Michael Brown, given his record (and recorded) behavior, had about as much chance of achieving great things in this world as Dr. Stephen Hawking does at becoming a finalist on Dancing With the Stars.
Mr. Brown, given all that I have read and heard, was destined for disaster at worst, be it at the hands of the police or from a another “Michael Brown”, or for a bland, two-dimensional, completely inconsequential existence at best (again, blandness is no reason to be murdered, however Brown was anything but “bland” on August 9).
Micronic were the chances of Michael Brown having “made it”, becoming a latter-day Gandhi, Steve Jobs, or Einstein, split atoms or discover a cure for whatever timeless, devastating cancers or obscure diseases plague the world today. Sure, there was that possibility for Brown, as there is for anyone. And indeed, not destined to grow up to be the next Dr. Ben Carson does not mean you should be shot down in the street like a rabid dog. But behaving the way Michael Brown did just moments before his encounter with Officer Darren Wilson is certainly not indicative of a young man with a one-way ticket to glory stuck up his behind.
So please, protesters, knock it off with the saintly “gentle giant” myth. Enough of mutating self-demise-incurring thugs into icons! Indeed, it’s possible Brown was just having “one of those days”. And it is surely possible Michael Brown could have grown up to achieve great things. But unfortunately, August 9, 2014, was sadly just another day in the life of Michael Brown. And had Brown lived, whether we would like to admit it or not, he probably would have only blessed our world with only more of just “one of those days”.