“The sun beams down on a brand new day
No more welfare tax to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
All systems go to kill the poor tonight …”
- Kill the Poor, Dead Kennedys
The acquittal of two former Los Angeles police officers in the murder trial of homeless schizophrenic Kelly Thomas means that tonight I will be donning my best hunting jacket, polishing off my elephant gun and taking my black stallion, Mussolini out into the streets of London to ride down the poor, the weak and the unwashed. I hope the cries of my own victims will be as juicy as those of Thomas, who repeatedly apologized and then called for his father as he was bludgeoned to death. I am confident that the police will support my actions, as they have declared open and unremitting war upon anyone without money, in collaboration with the judicial and political institutions. There will be no consequences, save for perhaps that I will become notably a ‘former police officer’. Even when such actions are captured on CCTV and broadcast to millions of people worldwide, the court’s verdict will be infallibly: not guilty.
It’s good to see that our cousins in the United States, like us here in good old Blighty, share this bloodthirsty disgust and hatred for anyone who isn’t wealthy and powerful, and that this disdain is mirrored in the righteous actions of our police, who serve and protect the rich so diligently to make sure they are never troubled by bothersome oiks and poor folk.
This week, we Brits also had a shining example of a fair and equitable justice system in regards to the case of the ‘lawful killing’ of Mark Duggan, whose murder at the hands of police sparked nationwide riots in 2011. These ‘disturbances’ were subsequently described to us by the media and our dear Prime Minister (who had to come back early off his summer holidays, the poor bugger) as ‘sheer criminality’, stripping the insurrection of any political depth and marginalizing the very obvious expression of rage and indignation that the looting and violence manifest.
Similarly, in 2009, Ian Tomlinson committed the heinous offence of trying to cross through the G20 protest to take a shortcut home, where upon a noble police officer, sensing the terrible threat this portly, middle-aged man posed, barged into him from behind and knocked him to the ground. Tomlinson suffered a heart attack and died as a result of the incident. Though an inquest (probably infiltrated by communists) found the killing unlawful, Constable Harwood was later found not guilty of manslaughter, and still expects to receive a full pension.
And again, the tale of Jean Charles de Menezes, who was assassinated in 2005 in the frenzied paranoid atmosphere after the 7/7 bombings in London. He fled from officers because he didn’t have a ticket for the Metro, and because he was a brown-skinned man, which at that time was a crime punishable by summary execution.
And although it is now over a decade ago and who really remembers that far back, apart from perhaps grieving family members and bitter anarchists, let us not forget how Harry Stanley was shot dead by police in 1999 after they received reports of ‘a man with an Irish accent carrying a gun’ in Hackney. Infact, the ‘gun’ was a table leg wrapped in newspaper. The Verdict: not enough evidence to convict officers of unlawful killing.
But clearly, the most impressive scores in this grand game of murder must go to the police officers in Campinas, Brazil, who went on a killing spree in an apparent revenge attack for the death of an off-duty officer during a robbery. At least 12 people died in the overnight carnage.
Forgive me if my tone seems flippant. It is not my intention to make light of these tragedies, but to highlight how the system responds to them. On a global scale, the minions of the rich and powerful are in open warfare with everyday people like you and me. They care even less about justice and the welfare of others than I have tried to demonstrate in the facetious vitriol above. It is deluded to write these events off as the actions of a ‘few bad apples’, or to isolate them as singular, disconnected instances of where the system fails. This is how the system works. It is designed and enacted to ensure this – that the police and powers that be can act with impunity, and the relatives of victims of that systemic violence are left to pick up the pieces, with justice merely an illusion. We cannot point fingers at individuals when everyone involved in that system is an accomplice in the murder of the innocent. ACAB is not an anachronism, it is a tacit condemnation.
So tonight, in my hunting jacket atop my glorious stallion, it will not be the poor I’ll be after, it’ll be those bastards in blue who pretend that their role is to ‘uphold the peace, and protect the innocent’. And I hope I will not be alone.
No justice, no peace – fuck the police.