It never fails. Whenever a story breaks about a police officer killing an unarmed Black person, or a white supremacist committing a vicious hate crime, you’ll hear it. Literally every time.
“But what about Chicago?”
Those who offer this query will then mention something about how a dozen people were shot in the Windy City over the weekend — all of them Black — but because other Black folks shot them, we who talk about racism remain silent. Supposedly we only care about Black lives when taken by White folks or by agents of the state. Black-on-black violence, they proclaim, is irrelevant to us.
Even when such folks manage to keep Chicago out of their mouths, they remain firmly committed to pushing the larger black-on-black crime trope. The assumption is that so long as Black people kill more Black people than White people kill Black people, worrying about the latter is an unaffordable luxury at best. At worst, it’s a leftist disinformation campaign rooted in anti-white animus or hatred for cops.
But this default position — so instantaneous it is almost a reflex, like when the doctor taps you on the knee, and you kick — is marinated in incredible bad faith, a deceptive deployment of…
