"Take it as it comes,

"Buy a Lamborghini,

"California girls."

The lines under Timothy J. McVeigh’s graduation picture in the Lockport, N.Y., high school yearbook for 1986 suggest a contradiction in his personality: an easygoing young man, perhaps, but also one yearning for adventure, for faraway places and a life more exotic than his drowsy hometown had to offer.

He lived with his father and a sister in Pendleton, N.Y., near Buffalo, in a home that had been abandoned by his mother when he was 10.

Not many people in town even remembered him yesterday, and those who did gave conflicting accounts of him, some saying he had been a flamboyant youth with a head full of schemes and a taste for guns, and others recollecting a shy, quiet, churchgoing boy.

Some said he played basketball, but the coach did not remember him. A 10th-grade English teacher whom he had listed as his favorite recalled the books they had read — “Lord of the Flies” and “The Old Man and the Sea” — but very little about young McVeigh beyond an impression of an unremarkable student.

"He was the quiet one," said the teacher, Coleen M. Conner. "A lot of the quiet ones are the ones who have ended up doing scary things. You never know what you have sitting in the classroom."

This is from a New York Times article about Timothy McVeigh published four days after he blew up a government building, killing 168 (including 19 children) and injuring 680. He committed the deadliest terror attack in US history aside from 9/11, and they still write about all the pleasant and positive qualities he had. Compare the above to this:

Michael Brown, 18, due to be buried on Monday, was no angel, with public records and interviews with friends and family revealing both problems and promise in his young life. Shortly before his encounter with Officer Wilson, the police say he was caught on a security camera stealing a box of cigars, pushing the clerk of a convenience store into a display case. He lived in a community that had rough patches, and he dabbled in drugs and alcohol. He had taken to rapping in recent months, producing lyrics that were by turns contemplative and vulgar. He got into at least one scuffle with a neighbor.

Michael Brown, who killed no one, who was murdered in cold blood in broad daylight, doesn’t get as positive treatment as the biggest killer in American history. White privilege is being granted humanity in life and in death, whether you’re a saint or a monster.

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prismatic-bell:

kinkyturtle:

jcoleknowsbest:

So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….

Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 

The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?

And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.

friendly reminder that studies have shown that white people do not empathize with Black people and we (including medical personel) also think Black people feel less pain

Good lord. It’s like that line in Huck Finn. “Was anybody killed?” “No, ma’am, just a [ahem, Mr. Twain].”

And that was the 1870s. Can we really not do any fucking better than Huckleberry Finn?

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startorrent02:

konguloarkonan:

someone on metafilter figured out that the ferguson PD is running the support darren wilson gofundme

Just read through ALL of this…these people are INCREDIBLY organized and have collected almost every piece of information out - and they are asking some amazing questions.

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