A Times story about the Harris shooting described Brown as “an unarmed teenager who was killed by a white police officer in Ferguson.”
Both those facts are true. But what about the rest of the narrative that neither story included? That Brown was caught on videotape just before he was shot, robbing a convenience store and manhandling a clerk who tried to stop him; or that a Justice Department report, supported by DNA evidence, backed Wilson’s story that, before Wilson shot him, Brown had tried to grab his gun.
Of course, a different dynamic occurred in Garner’s death. He was resisting arrest over so minor a crime that it is no longer enforced — selling “loosie” cigarettes. The incident was caught on videotape so that there is little dispute over what actually happened.
Hence the chant, now a mantra: “Black Lives Matter.”
LET’S HEAR IT FOR BERNIE. While Bernie Kerik continues to take his lumps, most recently in a novel by the two-minute former NYPD cop Billy Stanton, Kerik has his supporters. One is the Civilian Complaint Review Board’s former spokesman Andrew Case, who said of the NYPD’s 40th commissioner: “There are plenty of people who did many worse things than he did who haven’t had to pay such a price.
“Say what else you will about him, Kerik was the last police commissioner to impose serious discipline based on CCRB investigations — in one year (2001), he suspended 66 officers based on CCRB recommendations. In 12 years, Kelly suspended annually, on average, only 15. And last year Bratton only suspended seven.”
As for Stanton, no one has anything to say about him, including his past friends, deputy commissioners Steve Davis and John Miller, neither of whom, like Stanton himself, returned calls from NYPD Confidential.
Back in the day when NY Magazine did a cover story and photo shoot on Stanton, he was at Elaine’s restaurant with Miller, Bill Bratton [then a civilian] and the late, great Jack Maple, and wanted a caption under a picture of the four of them together to read, “Billy Stanton and his three bitches.”
That caption never made the magazine, maybe because Bratton was furious when he heard about it.