The Time for Being Calm is Over


Tyre King was a bright little boy of 13. It’s a weird age where the playtime of childhood slowly gives way to the tumultuous season of teenagerdom. Perhaps his parents worried a bit, as most do, if he’d remain that smiling spark of sunshine they’d seen grow day in and day out. Tyre was no troublemaker though, had no history of violence, and was in the  “Young Scholars Programme” at school.

Any pair of parents would be hard pressed NOT to expect the best of such a child. Maybe during his football games they stood in the bleachers, cheering him on, enraptured with the idea that they’d raised a strong, intelligent boy that would make something of his self, that in their old age they’d be at some banquet, some award ceremony for the kid that exuded promise from the moment he was born.

Tyre King today lies rotting in a Columbus morgue, his young frame riddled with holes made by standard police issue 9mm hollow point rounds. The bullets didn’t just go through him but separated upon impact, shards tearing through organs, muscles, and tissues like a grenade. One can only pray he died instantly, though the only one that will know for sure is the “keeper of the peace” who shot him.

His crime? Supposedly matching the description of  a “black boy in a hoodie.” The official reports (for now) allege Tyre was carrying a BB gun. The cop, acting out of “panic,” executed the 13 year old on the spot.

Of course the official story probably means absolutely nothing. We’ve caught cops lying many times.

In August 2014, Ohio police shot and killed John Crawford in a Walmart. An eyewitness called 911 and said that Crawford had a gun and was roaming the store and aiming it at people. That never happened. Security camera footage showed that Crawford never pointed a gun at anyone at all. That witness also lied and said he saw Crawford load the gun. That never happened. John Crawford had pulled a fake gun from a shelf, and simply leaned on it like a cane while he talked to his girlfriend on the phone. Crawford never broke a single law that day, but was shot and killed on contact by police. He didn’t even have time to understand what in the world was going on before he was bleeding out on the floor.

But hey, cops are people too right? They make mistakes. Like they just did in St. Louis.

“St. Louis police have shot yet another African American teen. This time, the victim was said to have been holding a sandwich that looked like a gun to the officer who opened fire 17 times…When questioned about this, Assistant Police Chief Alfred Adkins changed the official police storyand said the teen jumped from some bushes and struggled with the officer. The story sounds almost identical to the defense that George Zimmerman used in court, when he was on trial for the murder of unarmed African American teenager Trayvon Martin.”

How about Officer Daniel Andrew who was deemed to have acted in a woman’s safety and faced no charges after there was “insufficient evidence to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the force he used was unreasonable or excessive” in a routine traffic stop.

Here’s the video. You tell me.

Lets take a quick trip the oh-so-wonderful city of Tampa, a modern pirates den with a long history of organized crime. A SWAT team is searching a house “for narcotics” and in a small bedroom someone refuses to come out. Officer Caleb Johnson answers swiftly, ripping open the door and killing the subject instantly with one round (though people outside heard multiple shots). The raid is lauded as a success. The capture?

2 grams of weed.

Police even admit the man, 22 year old Levonia Riggins, was completely unarmed.

By all accounts the United States is drowning in a sea of blood. More unarmed Black folks were killed by police last year than were lynched in any year since 1923, yet everywhere I turn I’m surrounded by white “Allies” who caution grieving families to “be patient.”

I am tired of this. Really, I’m more than tired. I’m actually absolutely fucking livid and I’ve felt the urge to scream once again into the void.


Consider a recent conversation I had with a liberal friend of mine, someone who calls himself an “ally to the Black Struggle,” a regular at the local protest scene with jet black hair and an erudite manner. We’d been discussing the recent killings over a few drinks and I’d just finished a laundry list of promising lives cut short by a hail of police bullets. All the time he’d been nodding knowingly, agreeing that what we were seeing was truly a tragedy of epic proportions. But what he said next, had I been drinking a bit more, might’ve flown me into a fit of violence.

“When Hillary gets in office, just you wait. She’s going to turn this whole thing around.” I paused for several minutes, waiting for a punchline. My eyes widened when I discovered he was serious.

“Are you…are you fucking kidding me? Hillary Clinton? The same politician that referred to Black children as ‘super predators with no remorse?’ A cheap laugh rose from his gut, making it very clear I was being regarded as one of “those people.”

“She’s since apologized. And besides, Trump would only make things worse.”

“Worse? Worse like how? Like how Bill Clinton gutted the welfare system and increased the prison population? Like how 80 to 90 percent of all drug offenders sent to prison were black under his term, even though they were no more likely than whites to use or sell drugs?”

“Look,” a patronizing tone laid on as thick as Tupelo honey, “I understand these things are bad and alot of people are very angry. But this is a country of Law and Order. Change takes time. People are just going to have to accept that and work through the system. What we need now is calm and rational thinking.”

Calm. Rational thinking. Black folks are being hunted like animals in the streets while told to maintain the same virtues the police themselves lack. Democrats keep telling them to hold on and Republicans just tell them to fuck off, but Black folks are supposed to sit on their hands and wait for some new Jesus to come down and fix everything.

I looked on with nothing but the most utter and complete disgust as “allies” across the board cried foul when Ferguson and Missouri erupted into violence, yet many are nowhere to be seen when Ferguson activist Darren Seals was found shot to death in a burning car after cops told him to “choose your enemies wisely.”

People are being killed by police for daring to stand up. The solution offered by the “allies” of the Black cause?

Vote. Write your congressman. Buy organic. Hold a candlelight vigil.

Do anything but get militant and start defending yourself.

(Read the rest over at Gods & Radicals)

About Dr. Bones

Dr. Bones is a conjurer, card-reader and egoist-communist who believes “true individuality can only flourish when the means of existence are shared by all.” A Florida native and Hoodoo practitioner, he summons pure vitriol, straight narrative, and sorcerous wisdom into a potent blend of poltergasmic politics and gonzo journalism. He lives with his loving wife, a herd of cats, and a house full of spirits. He can be reached at and
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