America Won’t Convict Killer Cops Because It Couldn’t Care Less


From my weekly column at Greed: “No Quarter”

(GREED) – “I cannot in good conscience consider a guilty verdict.” This is the sound of what a fully militarized system of white supremacy sounds like. 

Jaws hit the floor yesterday in the case of Michael Slager, better known as the cop who shot an unarmed man named Walter Scott, when a jury of 11 whites and one black person said it looked like they were heading for a mistrial. This wasn’t some dire gridlock either, but one lone asshole who somehow has decided that they cannot possibly conceive of any punishment for a cop that not only shot an unarmed man in the fucking back but tried to plant a weapon on him to make it look justified.

We here at the Greed Florida Office have been staying up all night reviewing the details of this case, practically draining the local liquor store of supplies absolutely critical to reviewing the footage of the shooting. It must be very difficult to be a juror on the Walter Scott case, what with the vast amount of studying required of what surely must be a very long and very unclear bit of videotape. We did our best to put ourselves in their shoes. Try your own hand at it:

Eight shots, eight motherfucking shots for a man who:

  1. Had no weapon
  2. Had his back turned
  3. Took no aggressive action against the police officer
  4. Was running at about the speed of a de-caffeinated 12-year-old

On what strange and alien planet can one view this footage and possibly allow the words “I cannot in good conscience consider a guilty verdict” slither from your lips? What kind of vile, brutish existence in some godforsaken den of absolute mayhem can one even ponder a quantum possibility in an alternate timeline where a cop shoots a man basically fucking speed walking and be unsure as to who is at fault?

But that’s just it isn’t it, because this juror isn’t unsure, isn’t waffling on some legal pretense or the language of the law. No, this pile of human excrement has declared “I cannot and will not change my mind.”

That the jury might go for the lesser charge of manslaughter, the crime of killing a human being without malice, would be scandal enough. We could sit around and talk about how this country considers killing an unarmed black man as something free from malice, as if stepping on a roach or brushing away a fly. THAT would be bad.

But that one juror, who somehow sneaked past the jury selection phase, has decided that they refuse to prosecute a modern-day lynching because the killer wears a badge boggles the imagination.

We have come face to face with the stark and frankly disgusting nature of the American “justice” system. We live in a country where it is not only open season on an entire segment of the population that has been enslaved, beaten, abused, and forced to live in sub-standard conditions due to the pigmentation of their skin, but where wide swaths of the population can watch this happen on video and not give a single fuck.

We are rank, wicked, hairy little apes delighting in violence and furiously masturbating to the idea that there are men in uniform killing the innocent simply because they can. It is so devious, so dark, it most certainly has to have some weird sexual undercurrent behind it.

Every person of color should take this case as a screaming alarm that this country has never cared for them, never will, and if they dare to step out of line they will be killed on camera to the sounds of applause. There is no justice in this country, nor will there ever be as long as the same toilet paper that sold human beings as property is hoisted up on flagpoles and saluted every fucking morning by the inhuman toads we call “police.” Their feet run to evil, they hasten to shed innocent blood; their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity, devastation and destruction follow in their wake. This is what they were built to do and they will continue to do it.

The American people “cannot and will not” live in a world where Black folks are human beings and not irritating outcasts born specifically to wheel around old people and make their food. This juror, and many like him, could see a million innocent lives snuffed out and not lose a single night of sleep.

And the American people will defend him.

Oh yes, just wait until you start hearing the arguments about how it’s such a “difficult decision” and how nobody wants to see “two lives ruined.” And of course the same suburbanites that tell you “how difficult it is to be a cop” never think about how difficult it is to be a black person in the United States, and they’ll call this a “tragedy” while the righteous actions of Micah Johnson are treated as the most heinous kind of crime imaginable.

At dinner tables, at workplaces, shrill white voices will congregate and soothe themselves of any collective guilt. They will deny they hold any responsibility, that they don’t directly benefit from a system where a white person can put a gun in a cop’s face and live while black people can sneeze and wind up being answered with 8 rounds of .40 Smith and Wesson.

There is no amount of holy water that can scrub this nation of its sins, no fire pure enough to purge the vicious evil that oozes out of every institution it stands on. This nation deserves nothing less than the full Gomorrah treatment, a sudden and violent smiting leaving nothing but ash in its wake. When all these things come to account, when the tottering empire of Uncle Sam finally comes crumbling down and the oppressed people within her rise up in flames of fury, the powerful and their dogs better pray to whatever foul and fetid gods they follow that they don’t get back an ounce of what they’ve given out.

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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