December 13, 2005

As If On Cue

If there's one thing you can count on, it's Syl Jones - playwrite, consultant, and Strib columnist - parrotting some assortment of ultra-left bromides or another as he takes his gratuitous racists swipes at whitey.

So too with today's column on the execution of Crips founder Tookie Wilson. When the chips are down, you can count on Jones to swing toward the mushy left:

If all goes well, Stanley (Tookie) Williams, co-creator of the infamous Crips gang (a k a Avenue Babies, Cribs and Cripples) turned children's book author, will be dead by the time you read this.

Er...wait. Hold on. Something's wrong here.

I mean...

It is fashionable to decry the death penalty as cruel and unusual punishment, as barbaric and even medieval. This is part of modern society's unfortunate propensity to delay or completely obliterate the laws of natural consequences. Endless pleadings -- sickness, extenuating circumstances, born under a bad sign and the devil made me do it -- benefit lawyers and civil libertarians in search of new causes. It makes suckers of the rest of us. Where is Ramsey Clark when you really need him? In Iraq defending another "innocent" named Saddam Hussein, or surely he'd be in Sacramento pleading for Tookie.
Things are flying around the room at random...:
For every cold-blooded, unrepentant killer like Stanley Williams on death row, there are individuals in prison who were framed by racist police, denied a competent defense and who might even be exonerated by DNA evidence. Robert Clark, falsely imprisoned for 20-some years in Georgia for a rape he did not commit, is one such man. He and others like him deserve our attention, our compassion and our assistance.

Not Williams, whose real legacy includes not only the deaths of four innocent people but also the creation of a virulent movement that is partially responsible for the genocide of two generations of young black and Latino Americans. He may never rest in peace. But he should be given the opportunity to do so.

I'm all disoriented now.

Read the whole thing, while I go and try to figure this out.

Syl Jones writes a column that makes sense...Syl Jones writes a column that makes sense...Syl Jones writes a column that makes sense...Syl Jones writes a column that makes sense...

I need coffee.

Posted by Mitch at December 13, 2005 05:50 AM | TrackBack

Mitch and Clown are in agreement!

Relax, JB. It ain't a weekend in the Poconos.

Posted by: angryclown at December 13, 2005 07:53 AM

*grabs another cup of coffee and re-reads* Look for some angry LTEs to Syl from our local contingent.

Did you catch Dennis Prager's heated exhange with actor Mike Farrell outside the prison? Prager asked Farrell if he ever showed up to one of the victims' homes and cried for them. (Heard on Laura Ingraham)

KFI co-hosts asked Jesse Jackson if he could name any of the four people killed by Tookie. The hosts' microphone was grabbed by TV Judge Mathis and broken.

Posted by: Nancy at December 13, 2005 08:33 AM


Took...Took...Toookie.....dooonnn'ttt cryyy!!

More dead vicious dogmeat....okay moonbats start your civil unrest for Tookie and see where it gets you?

Posted by: Greg at December 13, 2005 08:37 AM

As an "Ice Folk" I don't feel qualified to comment on Syl Jones. After all, ancestors I never had oppressed ancestors he may have had.

Posted by: Kermit at December 13, 2005 08:53 AM

You sure this wasn't written by Sil, the little green slug-like creature from Doctor Who?

(Ok, was that too obscure?)

Posted by: Jeff at December 13, 2005 09:01 AM

"Mitch, Purple"

"Purple, Mitch"

We'll work on introducing you to the rest of the colors besides red and blue once you've become more comfortable with the concept.


Personally, I was against the execution not because of the man (who never apologized), but from general religious / moral reasons. That's not a power I want to give to the state.

Posted by: Bill Haverberg at December 13, 2005 09:16 AM

Syl Jones is the local lefty I'd like to have dinner with (so many of them to choose from, but only a few with whom I've wanted to spend any time). I've read him for years and find most of it pretty outrageous, but there are also times where I think we're aiming at the same target from different directions. While I don't often agree with his points, I like the passion in his writing; it's a refreshing change from the dreary talking point laments of other columnists I won't name.

Posted by: Night Writer at December 13, 2005 09:58 AM

Hey, it's like the old Tom Petty tune: "Even The Losers Get Lucky Sometimes." I mean, it's hard work being consistently wrong on everything - gotta leave that to the likes of Eleanor Clift. Thing is, unless Syl can step up his game, he's destined to remain a hometown scribbler, occasionally getting it right, like he did here. And good for him, I say. Cheers.

Posted by: Muzzy at December 14, 2005 03:53 PM