Emmett Till – drapetomaniac theatre: burning with a fever for freedom

Michael Dunn’s depraved indifference for other people’s lives is still hitting me. How do you authorize yourself to shoot other human beings nearly a dozen times, and then drive away? What kind of grown man who dislikes “rap music” purposefully parks next to a car with that kind of music blasting, except one who is looking for the slightest provocation to sling his white privilege around and try to intimidate the listeners? Weren’t there other parking spaces at the gas station? Like Zimmerman, this all could have been avoided but I bet he saw they were kids and said to himself, I’m going to show them my white dick. Their youth, coupled with the music and oversized luxury vehicle (a demonstration of their family’s relative worth esp. in comparison to his shitty car) was all the provocation he needed. That they refused — as was their right — to comply with his “request” they turn down the music was just the excuse he was looking for. Add his name to a long list of white cowards who take life and flee. Guess he thought he could/should get away with it like those hundreds of faceless lynch mobs, or Roy Bryant and J.W. Milam who took Emmett Till’s life, or George Zimmerman. This is how you establish yourself as a white male patriarch, by using black bodies as props in a theatre of domination. That’s why you run and hide. That’s why after seeing the news coverage of your actions, including the death of Jordan Davis, you do everything you possibly can to evade personal responsibility in favor of sleep and the next morning drive over 150 miles home like nothing happened. Because you weren’t in fear of your own life, not in the sense of immanent danger from these four, but because you fear that your life ain’t shit, and you ain’t shit, and you as a white man ain’t shit. And you are absolutely right.