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Moments ago, a grand jury decided not to indict Darren Wilson, the police officer who shot and killed Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenager in Ferguson, Missouri on August 9, 2014.

After Michael was killed, authorities allowed his body to remain in the street for four hours.

Michael Ferguson was not armed. He was shot six times.

Darren Wilson was put on paid administrative leave. He stayed home and continued to draw a salary from the city in the aftermath.

Then, a grand jury decided he did nothing wrong, and the police department punished him with what was essentially a paid vacation.

The message this sends is that the law may gun down an unarmed black teenager without reprisal.

That shooting an unarmed civilian teenager is okay.

Well, it's not okay.

It is not okay to draw a handgun, fire six bullets into an unarmed child

It is not okay to receive a paycheck while you are being investigated for a questionable shooting.

It is not okay for Darren Wilson to continue to carry a badge or enforce the law.



Anonymous said…
Mike Brown:
1 was a thief,
2 punched a police officer in the face
3 struggled to take the officer's gun away.
Justice has been done and the Grand Jury choose not to indict.
Avery K. Tingle said…
You're entitled to your opinion, but if you truly believe it you shouldn't be afraid to put your name on it.
Lee Capp said…
There is one more level of recourse in the matter. That is the filing of federal charges against Officer Wilson by the U.S. Justice Department for the violation of Mr. Brown's civil rights. It seems to me that the filing of such federal charges should be routine, especially in light of the notoriety of the case. If the shooting was indeed justified, then surely passing one more test is not too much to ask. For truly concerned citizens of any color, it would seem to me this would be a very worthwhile thing to peacefully agitate for.

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