“I told you I wasn’t afraid.”
No! And soon, with your help, we won’t be either!
“Now I want you to connect one more dot on that chain of the African American history in this country and tell me if I’m crazy.”
Not crazy! Perfectly reasonable!
“Federal gun laws that facilitate the flow of illegal firearms into our urban centers across this country that are killing our black and brown children.”
More and more applause. Not crazy! Not the least bit!
“The NRA does not like me, and I’m okay with that.”
Yes! We’re okay with it too! NRA bad!
“We’ve got to get the gun debate back to center. And it’s got to come with the recognition of who’s paying the price for the gun manufacturers being rich and living in gated communities.”
Rich! Gated communities!
And then came the heartfelt personal anecdote to drive it home. McCarthy spoke of leaving a Christmas party in Newark on December 23 when there were back-to-back shootings with a total of seven victims, two of whom died. He went to both crime scenes.
“I was walking through shell casings, bullets, spent bullets in the street. They were getting stuck in my shoes and I said, you know what? Something’s wrong.”
“And I went from one scene to the next, and by the time I got home, probably ten-thirty, eleven o’clock that night, I snapped on the TV to relax for a few minutes, and what was on TV? Sarah Palin’s Alaska.”
Sarah Palin! Rich! Gated! Hisssssss!
“And she was caribou hunting and talking about the right to bear arms. Why wasn’t she at the crime scene with me?”
Yes! Why not? Hissssss!
Well, where does one start with all of that? First of all, why do liberals, no matter what the topic or setting may be, feel compelled to insert into their remarks some gratuitous slap at Sarah Palin? What on earth would she be doing at a crime scene in Newark two days before Christmas, or any other day for that matter? And why was McCarthy jollying it up at a Christmas party while the city’s gutters were running with blood? Getting technical for a moment, the detectives at those crime scenes would ask why McCarthy was destroying evidence by walking over and kicking around all those shell casings, something any cop knows not to do if he is paying attention and not concentrating on his next promotion.
But perhaps I’m nitpicking. Garry McCarthy knows that if his police department is going to be effective in combating crime in Chicago, his officers are going to come into violent confrontation with the people who are responsible for it, the great majority of whom are young black males. In his appearance at Saint Sabina’s, McCarthy was merely buying himself some cheap grace to be redeemed when one of those confrontations goes awry and makes the front page of the Chicago Tribune.
For more insight on McCarthy, I turned to an old friend, a captain on the NYPD who, for reasons that will soon be obvious, wishes to go unnamed here. His comments:
It should be noted how counterfeit and disingenuous McCarthy is. This is a man who has spent his entire professional life in an extremely aggressive, no-holds-barred crusade to put as many black men as possible in prison. He has vigorously advocated the wholesale arrests of black men for the smallest of infractions or violations with not a care as to how such actions could hamstring or effect their futures. He has publicly castigated (and humiliated in some cases) other police executives when they failed to pursue this crusade with the same zeal that he had.
This man is one of the architects of the “Stop, Question and Frisk” policy that the ACLU, the New York attorney general, newspapers, and civil rights activists have condemned as racist. For him to now climb up on stage and tell a black audience that he cares about them and that the problems in their neighborhoods are the fault of “gun laws” and some mystical governmental action is bizarre.
Garry knows what the real problem is but he is shamelessly prostituting himself in an effort to get a high approval rating and establish his liberal bona fides.
Sometimes a little pandering is necessary, but cops expect their bosses to be at least a little bit ashamed when they do it. In his song-and-dance number at Saint Sabina’s, McCarthy was far from ashamed. He should be a perfect fit for Chicago.