This article was first published by the McAlvany Intelligence Advisor on Friday, August 15, 2014:
It didn’t take Sharpton long to rearrange his schedule so that he could link arms with Michael Brown’s parents, friends, attorney, and local black clergymen on Tuesday morning on his way down to the city’s Old Courthouse to fire up the locals about America’s racism. It didn’t matter that Ferguson is more than 10 miles away from St. Louis, it was all the same to the old race-monger:
St. Louis is in fact bearing witness for America. The Band-Aid has been ripped off, and all of America is seeing the open wound of racism [that] exists.
The reader can extend Sharpton’s remarks by replaying similar scenes from conflagrations past, such as in Harlem, Crown Heights, and elsewhere. The message is the same: America is racist, and my job is to fix it by inciting riots.
Sharpton is an old communist revolutionary dating back to the early 1970s and the days of Angela Davis. But he didn’t really enter the national consciousness until 1987 when he saw an opportunity and took it. Her name was Tawana Brawley, a 15-year-old black girl from Wappingers Falls, New York. To cover a misdeed, Tawana decided to fake a rape to avoid punishment, and Sharpton got wind of it. Even though it was a lie, Sharpton saw the chance to propel himself into prominence. One of his aides said later:
Sharpton acknowledged to me early on that “the Brawley story [does] sound like [baloney], but it don’t matter….
This is the perfect issue … we’ve got whites on blacks. That’s an easy way to stir up all the deprived people, who would want to believe … that all white people are bad….
Then you’ve got a movement.”
Even though it was later proved to be a hoax and even though Sharpton was slapped with a judgment of $65,000 for defaming the character of one of the investigators (which he never paid, by the way), it was his first taste of national attention, and he liked it.
There was his work as an undercover agent for the FBI (which he later dismissed as irrelevant) helping them to investigate one of Sharpton’s many friends in the drug trade (target this time: Don King). There was his formation of his National Action Network, which he used to hoodwink and blackmail various national companies to fund it.
There was the Crown Heights incident where Sharpton helped foment and encourage anti-semitic riots after a Hasidic Jew accidentally ran over and killed a 7-year-old black boy. A mob of local blacks sought retribution by hunting down, attacking, and then murdering an innocent rabbinical student from Australia. When local Jews accused Sharpton of interference and instigation, he challenged them to “pin their yarmulkes back and come over to my house” to settle the score. This was followed by three days and nights of rioting, spurred on by Sharpton with his cries of “No justice, no peace!”
Any virulence like Sharpton’s needs continued sustenance and feeding, so he seized opportunities whenever and wherever they presented themselves. In 1995, he saw opportunity in Harlem. The Jewish owners of Freddy’s Fashion Mart decided to expand their business and told a renter in their building – who just happened to be black – that they wouldn’t be renewing his lease. Sharpton took to the streets along with his thugs and began harassing and haranguing Freddy’s customers, hurling epithets at the owners: “the greedy Jew bastards [are] killing our people”, and calling the owner of the store Fred Harari a “white interloper” even though he had lived and worked there for decades. Facts don’t matter to the old revolutionary, and when one of his followers, Roland J. Smith (aka, Abubunde Mulocko), entered Freddy’s and started shooting the customers and then burning the place down, Sharpton was quick to distance himself from the mayhem and melee, courageous leader that he is. Job one was done, and he was history.
There was his entry into another racial conflagration at Duke University in 2006 when a black stripper claimed that some members of the school’s lacrosse team had beaten, raped, and sodomized her. That all of that later turned out to be a lie didn’t really faze Sharpton, who declared that these “rich white boys” had attacked a “black girl” and warned that he would incinerate the place unless justice was done immediately and forcefully.
There were opportunities galore to keep his kettle of sedition and racism boiling: