Wayback machine time here, 198something. I am riding in a bus, going home , its winter and early January in Denver, Colorado and the roads are sheer ice. I share that RTD clunker with a bunch of loud mouth black teenagers crack wise siting tight in the back seat, how stereotyped can you get?
They think they are center of the universe. We come up to a stop. It's gotten dark and the windows on the bus are like mirrors, you can only see your reflections, mostly. I am STANDING behind the driver, because it's rush hour. And because chivalry is dead.
I see this shadow run up to the bus after it pulls from it's stop. The shadow disappears, and I feel this sickening thud and the bus and the universe came to this slow motion halt...WE hit this man! Jesus. . The bus comes to a halt , all of us exit the front of the bus. We all go back to the rear of the bus, this multi-ton monster. There lay this old black man, broken . A poor old black man, run over like a dog. But when the police and the media showed up, WHO do they listen to FIRST? The driver was White.
Backs, er, the media that played that up as a racial incident. "White man kills innocent elderly black man"! MORE outrageous news to follow! Those kids were later sighted for perjury. Allegedly claiming this was a hate crime, when it obviously wasn't. It was an accident.
But the press, er, media, sort of played UP played the racial angle. They always seem to do that. Later, they just blew it off. And forgot about it. I see the games the media plays. I don't forget shit like that and the clusterfu*ck the press makes of things.