American Justice

Young Ben Jr and I were in New York City when the Ferguson grand jury reached its decision and so we found ourselves marching up the West Side of Manhattan from the theatre district to Harlem surrounded by people chanting "hands up--don't shoot!" and various other things.

Of course, since we were predominantly white, middle class folks, mostly college students, no one got shot.

In fact, we had what amounted to a police escort clearing the way ahead, shutting down cross streets and redirecting traffic.

See, the cops know who they work for.

And who they don't work for.

The ugly truth is that many of our worst "thugs" have badges and guns and a hatred and/or fear of people who aren't white.

And that's American Justice.