Recently, those of us lucky enough to live in or near Houston were treated to a story about Boris Miles, a State Representative from this area accused of pointing a gun at his wife during a Rocket's game and then doing something equally despicable later (pointing his gun at someone else later the same day while at a party after forcibly kissing another man's wife). If you've read the story, you've probably noticed that Rep. Miles is African-American, a fact that I would never point out if not for the point of this particular missive:
Where is Quantrell X and Shirley Jackson-Lee?
Oh, you know Quantrell. He's the Rev. Sharpton of this community. You know Shirley. She's the Maxine Waters of our town. Together, they manage to show up for anything that vaguely smacks of racism, usually finding it in places where it never existed! Together, they're the Laurel and Hardy of Houston; pratfalls and all!
In any case, here we have a clear case of a public official abusing the powers of his office by breaking the law wantonly and (probably) expecting his behavior to be dismissed because of his offical capacity. If this was a white guy, he'd have been strung up in the court of public opinion by now at the shear insistence of Quantrell and Shirley (actually, their real names are SHEILA Jackson-Lee and....well....who knows what Quanell X's real name is!? He adopted "Quannel X" in the tradition of Malcolm X, ostensibly because of his religious affiliation, but more likely because it attracts attention and publicity!) and would have been expedited to trial where his gun would have been confiscated, his office taken away, and his life left in shambles in some other locale far away from this place!
When the perpetrator is black, there is deafening silence from Shirley and Quantrell.
I long for the day that the color of the perpetrator is not considered; only the nature of the actor's crime.
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