Justice for Harry Stone

The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed?
- Boondock Saints

Harry Stone: He could have been your grandfather. Your father. Your husband. 

Peter Hermann of The Baltimore Sun has confirmed what should be obvious: police cover-up the reality of Black crime. St. Patrick's Day was a veritable war zone, with Black Pack Attacks transpiring at the Inner Harbor area. Patrick L. McDonough - a Baltimore County delegate - dared call the problem by its name: Black.

McDonough called them "Black Youth Mobs." Lawrence Auster correctly has labeled it the "Black Intifada."

But the threat of Black Pack Attacks (or the random Black Attack) is not isolated to Baltimore (a city that is the poster child for Black violence, hence the reason The Wire was set there and not Bangor, Maine); it's nationwide.

Names like Mitt Lenix and the story of his demise are a dime a dozen in America. No child will learn his name in school textbooks as they will be constantly bombarded with tales of horror regarding Emmitt Till, James Byrd, and the Little Rock 9. He lived and he died... for nothing.

Much like Harry Stone. His story ended up differently from that of fellow bicyclists - and white man - Christopher Dean. Attacked by four black people in Philadelphia, he lived to tell of this Black Pack Attack from 2011. Harry Stone is dead, the victim of bullet fired by a gun whose trigger was pulled by a dangerous minority:

When thugs declare open season — on human beings

BY YAEL T. ABOUHALKAHThe Kansas City Star

I am Harry Stone. You are Harry Stone. 

Except for one major difference. 

The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed? 

You and I are alive today. 

Harry Stone is dead. 

The 60-year-old Raytown resident was jogging early Sunday morning when he was shot and killed near 67th Street and Blue Ridge Boulevard in Raytown. 

Police say all evidence so far shows it was a senseless and random act of violence. It could have happened to anyone. 

It could have happened to me when I was out for one of my training runs on Kansas City area roads. 

It could have happened to you while out walking your dog in your neighborhood. 

Want something equally chilling? By its very definition, this kind of random violence will happen again.

Justice for Harry Stone.

Victims of Black Pack Attacks (or the random Black Attack) have no voice. They have no champion. They... don't matter.

This type of random violence could end overnight, but the state won't allow it. The state is controlled by the concept of Black-Run America (BRA) - as is the media, academia, corporate America (virtually all public and private jobs in the US) - and to acknowledge the severity of the Black crime problem would automatically cripple every institution in America.

This is why no one will bring up Detroit anymore, a 90 percent Black city where police no longer bother reporting (or responding) to crime. This is why we turn our attention to The Black Mecca.

America is a big country, where mini-versions of South Africa play out on a daily basis. No city offers a more stunning example of what happens when a white elite capitulates (since their lives will not be affected by ceding power to Blacks) to a Black population that is numerically the majority better than that of Atlanta.

It is those whites who aren't part of the elite (and who can't escape via white flight from the country, or in the case of Atlanta, to the suburbs) who pay the price of utopian ideals that have never prospered anywhere when implemented.

There is a paradigm shift occurring in America. The question is simply this: do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed?