(ThyBlackMan.com) Although I realize that I am in the minority, I find no solace at the announcement that a jury has found Chicago police Officer Jason Van Dyke guilty of second-degree murder. Of course, Van Dyke is the maniac that made the decision before, during, and after the 2014 fatal shooting of 17-year-old Laquan McDonald that he was judge, jury, and executioner of the young man.
I find no solace in the fact that jurors found Van Dyke guilty on 16 counts of aggravated battery, a conviction for each shot the officer fired into Mr. McDonald’s body. Jurors heard from assistant special prosecutor Jody Gleason during closing arguments that Van Dyke contemplated shooting McDonald before encountering the young man. Gleason pointed out during his closing argument that “You 
heard what it was that he said, ‘I guess we’ll have to shoot him.’”
The convicted officer’s deplorable actions leave little room to argue against the assertion that “It wasn’t the knife in Laquan’s hand that made the defendant kill him that night. It was his indifference to the value of Laquan’s life.”
There is no solace found in this conviction as it will neither bring Laquan McDonald back to life nor has it caused officers to pause in their interactions with black men.
Although many will seek to give Van Dyke’s conviction some additional meaning, the truth of the matter is that this matter amounts to little more than yet another black corpse laying dead in an American street. The display of Laquan McDonald’s body for all to see is eerily similar to the way that white lynch mobs would leave a corpse as the ultimate cautionary tale for blacks.
Regardless of the impetus for a dead black body to be displayed in front of some random black community, the undeniable truth is that regardless of where it occurs, local blacks realize that they were incapable of preventing the murder of Laquan McDonald. They also realize that they carry the excruciating burden of being powerless to prevent the murder of other blacks, including their mother, father, sister, aunt, uncle, son, daughter, close friend, or casual acquaintance.
In many ways, it is ironic that rogue law enforcement officers are safest in black communities that are notoriously violent. In the same streets that blacks hunt and kill each other in a desperate pursuit of manhood, power, and material items, white law enforcement officers understand that they, not black gang members who will shoot down another black person without provocation, sit at the top of the food chain. Rogue law enforcement officers are the apex predator in Black America.
Despite all of the violence that occurs within Black America, there is no doubt among even the most lawless blacks who the apex predator is. White law enforcement officers are able to not only exist but flourish in areas that reasonable-minded blacks fear to tread. Officer Van Dyke realized long ago that there were no blacks who would even question his authority to rule as he saw fit, let alone any blacks courageous enough to point the gun that they so quickly point at each other, in his direction.
The time has come for Black America to accept the harsh reality that they are being hunted by rogue law enforcement officers and black thugs who shake in their boots in the face of white power. What a cowardly and foolish people we are.
Staff Writer; Dr. James Thomas Jones III
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