A Police Officer’s Perspective on Ferguson

The grand jury in St. Louis announced its decision Monday, November 24 to an eagerly awaiting public on whether to indict White police officer Darren Wilson on charges of wrongfully killing Black teenager Michael Brown. Many of those waiting simply wanted the moment to pass, as the sooner the inevitable destruction began in its wake, the sooner it, too, would pass. Sweet normalcy would return in its stead.

And why shouldn’t it? The facts were clearly on the officer’s side. Michael Brown, high on marijuana in addition to the adrenaline from strong-arm robbery of a convenience store, had been walking down the middle of the street with his accomplice in a classic show of bravado when Officer Wilson approached and told him to get out of the street and on the sidewalk. When Brown refused, Wilson attempted to get out of his vehicle, and Brown attacked. The much larger Brown grabbed at Wilson’s firearm while punching the officer across the face and at some point the firearm went off. Brown began to run, and Wilson exited the vehicle to pursue on foot. When Wilson ordered him to stop, Brown turned around and rushed at the officer. Wilson did what anyone else would have done in the same situation, and fired at Brown, stopping the threat, and ending his life in the process. Everything was as it normally was: a violent robber had died while attacking a police officer.

To many throughout the institutions of the media and government, along with many Blacks, other minorities, and left-leaning Whites, things were not as they should be, but business was still as usual. The line was repeated that a White police officer had killed an unarmed teenaged Black man. The actual verdict did not need to wait on the grand jury and was apparent that day as it was published in newspapers and aired on television across the country. This verdict has little to do with the truth and everything to do with reinforcing a legend. Precious reason withers against the hot winds of identity.

Some were bracing for violence, but others waited for vindication- namely, that the system is broken and stacked against Blacks and other minorities. Few believe that Officer Wilson should be indicted, but as usual, that matters little. The day Wilson crossed Brown’s path, his life would change unalterably, regardless of the actions he took or the decision of the grand jury.

Wilson’s Lack of Options

Wilson has claimed in an interview following the grand jury decision that he just wants to live a normal life, but whether that is possible remains to be seen. Other police officers I have spoken with thought Wilson foolishly exposed himself further to civil lawsuits by speaking publicly on the shooting, and some said that the interview only makes it easier for militants to identify and harm him. I for one am glad he is defending himself. If he does not, those who would rather see him dead or in prison will have a monopoly on the microphones.

The consequence of the true verdict will be a lifetime of exile for a White man who had the audacity to defend his life from a Black thug threatening it. In all likelihood, Wilson has no real racial consciousness, let alone the racial animus commentators are fastening to him. It is very possible he notices race differences from time to time, but like other Whites who want to be good, moral people, he probably celebrates the exceptions to these differences that stand out from the mean of Black dysfunction. Like the case of George Zimmerman, however, he and others have seen that while you might not be thinking about race, race is thinking about you.

Professional death will likely accompany Wilson throughout his life. Suppose he stays on as a Ferguson police officer, what then? Every call for service Wilson would respond to and every traffic stop he initiated would focus around his infamy rather than solutions to the problem at hand. Simple domestic disturbances where no arrests would normally be made would easily explode further should Officer Wilson arrive on scene. Police officers already face targeted violence even when they are sitting down for pizza at a restaurant. Given the attitude many militants have for Wilson, how could he even take a lunch break in public again? In order to do his job, Wilson would have to be mostly out of the public eye, delving into the public only when necessary. Such a method is fit for Navy SEALS, not for police officers who are supposed to be a part of the community–or what community there is in a town like Ferguson.

It did not have to be this way. Wilson could have holstered his weapon after exiting his vehicle, and refused to shoot at Brown. Due to Brown’s lethal intent that was demonstrated when he struggled for Wilson’s firearm and the discrepancies in size between Brown and the officer, Wilson could have easily ended up on the Officer Down Memorial Page. Police recruits around the country would listen as one of them stood before the rest and read out loud the circumstances of Wilson’s death, and the academy instructor would subsequently remind the recruits that the most important thing to remember on the road is officer safety–something which Officer Wilson apparently forgot, had he holstered his weapon while facing a threat to his life. The local news would mention the incident, his body would be buried, and the world would scarcely notice the death of yet another White police officer killed by a Black thug. Few would hear his story, because we do not yet have the strength of voice to make people listen.

Or perhaps other units could have arrived in time to help Wilson in a hands-on struggle with Brown. His supervisors would wonder why he did not pull his weapon. Officers can be fired when they draw their firearm when they are not supposed to, but they are also terminated when they fail to display their weapon when the situation demands it. No matter what Wilson’s decision, there were significant consequences. The Narrative never smiles on a White man winning over a Black man, no matter the circumstances.

The New Normal

As the torched cars are towed away, the businesses rebuilt or abandoned, and the National Guard returned to its posts, Darren Wilson and the residents of Ferguson will attempt to live a normal life. A police officer killed a criminal threatening his life, race was an unimportant detail, and the world goes on as it always has–or so good White people want to believe. The problem for us is that the recurring race crises are the normal life for us now. Men standing atop cars and shouting “Burn this bitch down” isn’t normal, but in a diverse society, it is. Race is always in the equation.

Meanwhile, everyone on Brown’s side will continue to work diligently to obtain political victories from this episode. It is worth noting whenever reading coverage of the Ferguson controversy how little is often mentioned of the actual shooting by anti-White commentators. This makes sense, as the more nebulous the meaning of Brown’s death, the more flexible it will be to mold it into their message. Our enemies are not about to stop, and that is why despite the absurdity of their words, they can gain from this, and whites will continue to lose for the time being. We can continue to want safety and normalcy, or we can create our own new normal where the exile of a good man is out of the question.

Our Options

Like Darren Wilson, we face a number of choices, none of which are easy. Europeans can confront our opponents who outsize us, or we can look the other way as they own the street. We can defend ourselves and be hounded, or we can leave our fate in the hands of our enemies. Whites can seek shelter and silence, or we can unapologetically and thunderously proclaim our right to life. The truth is not enough to defend us, it needs a voice. Our voice.

Whites have the option of fulfilling small niches in increasingly diverse and atomistic countries. We could put our lives on the line in police and military forces for alien peoples that hate us, and we could serve them in business. We can seek such “normalcy.” But what is mundane is not normal for us. Living a normal and quiet life for us is far more horrifying than any riot.

“We’ve forgotten who we are: explorers, pioneers . . . not caretakers.” Europa is a race of conquerors in all fields. We shall conquer this challenge as well.