Remember the name Jay Stalien after you come to the end of this remarkable piece which goes to the very heart of the Black Racial Industry and why I believe Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Louis Farrakhan, Jeremiah Wright, Charlie Rangel, Elijah Cummings, Eric Holder, Loretta Lynch, Barack Obama, the NAACP, the Congressional Black Caucus, and the terrorist outfits like the Black Panthers and BLM are responsible for, and persistently promulgate, the hatred and mayhem. They do it for personal and/or political gain and they know it hurts their people but couldn’t care less. The worst possible thing that could happen to these race-baiters is for the majority of blacks to succeed and do well.
Most of the inner city dwellers only know what they see and what is going on in their community. But they do follow the hype and propaganda and they really believe that the cops are out to kill them because they are black. Every slight, every assumed disrespect, every look, everything to them is proof of racism. They hear it sitting in their mother’s lap as babies, from friends and family all their lives, and everything bad that happens to them is the result of racism. Most of them have never read a book or learned a skill but they are sure the reason they aren’t successful in life is racism, and the tragedy is that there doesn’t seem to be any hope of this changing any time soon. This summer, with what appears to be a tight presidential race on the horizon, is going to be a dangerous one with paid activists and instigators out in force, and chances are that this will likely blow up at some point. Which is exactly what the race-baiters want.
Contrariwise, were Obama and the rest of his lynch mob inclined to take some time out and rally to the cause of Police Officer Jay Stalien, they just might have a decidedly more positive and optimistic outlook for the entire Black Community as a whole. I know it’s a scant hope, yet hope MUST prevail.
A powerful heart-felt comment from police officer Jay Stalien:
As time went by in my law enforcement career, I quickly began to realize something. I remember the countless times I stood 2 inches from a young black man, around my age, laying on his back, gasping for air as blood filled his lungs. I remember them bleeding profusely with the unforgettable smell of deoxygenated dark red blood in the air, as it leaked from the bullet holes in his body on to the hot sidewalk on a summer day. I remember the countless family members who attacked me, spit on me, cursed me out, as I put up crime scene tape to cordon off the crime scene, yelling and screaming out of pain and anger at the sight of their loved ones taking their last breath. I never took it personally, I knew they were hurting. I remember the countless times I had to order new uniforms, because the ones I had on, were bloody from the blood of another black victim…of black on black crime. I remember the countless times I got back in my patrol car, distraught after having watched another black male die in front me, having to start my preliminary report something like this…
Suspect- Black / Male, Victim-Black /Male.
I remember the countless times I canvassed the area afterwards, and asked everyone “did you see who did it”, and the popular response from the very same family members was always, “F**k the Police, I ain’t no snitch, I’m gonna take care of this myself”. This happened every single time, every single homicide, black on black, and then my realization became clearer.
I woke up every morning, put my freshly pressed uniform on, shined my badge, functioned-checked my weapon, kissed my wife and kid, and waited for my wife to say the same thing she always does before I leave, “Make sure you come back home to us”. I always replied, “I will”, but the truth was I was never sure if I would. I almost lost my life on this job, and every call, every stop, every moment that I had this uniform on, was another possibility for me to almost lose my life again. I was a target in the very community I swore to protect, the very community I wanted to help. As a matter of fact, they hated my very presence. They called me “Uncle Tom”, and “wanna be white boy”, and I couldn’t understand why. My own fellow black men and women attacking me, wishing for my death, wishing for the death of my family. I was so confused, so torn, I couldn’t understand why my own black people would turn against me, when every time they called …I was there. Every time someone died….I was there. Every time they were going through one of the worst moments in their lives…I was there. So why was I the enemy? I dove deep into that question…Why was I the enemy? Then my realization became clearer.
I spoke to members of the community and listened to some of the complaints as to why they hated cops. I then did research on the facts. I also presented facts to these members of the community, and listened to their complaints in response. This is what I learned:
Complaint: Police always targeting us, they always messing with the black man.
Fact: A city where the majority of citizens are black (Baltimore for example) …will ALWAYS have a higher rate of black people getting arrested, it will ALWAYS have a higher rate of blacks getting stopped, and will ALWAYS have a higher rate of blacks getting killed, and the reason why is because a city with those characteristics will ALWAYS have a higher rate of blacks committing crime. The statistics will follow the same trend for Asians if you go to China, for Hispanics if you go to Puerto Rico, for whites if you go to Russia, and the list goes on. It’s called Demographics.
Complaint: More black people get arrested than white boys.
Fact: Black People commit a grossly disproportionate amount of crime. Data from the FBI shows that Nationwide, Blacks committed 5,173 homicides in 2014, whites committed 4,367. Chicago’s death toll is almost equal to that of both wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, combined. Chicago’s death toll from 2001–November, 26 2015 stands at 7,401. The combined total deaths during Operation Iraqi Freedom (2003-2015: 4,815) and Operation Enduring Freedom/Afghanistan (2001-2015: 3,506), total 8,321.
Complaint: Blacks are the only ones getting killed by police, or they are killed more.
Fact: As of July 2016, the breakdown of the number of US Citizens killed by Police this year is, 238 White people killed, 123 Black people killed, 79 Hispanics, 69 other/or unknown race.
To continue with full version go to “Heartfelt Comment from Police Officer Jay Stalien”…
H/T Gerard Vanderleun and American Digest