Another Hate Industry Start-Up: The Omar Thornton Memorial Fund

You remember Omar Thornton. He was that Black guy in Manchester, CT who two years ago was caught stealing beer from his employer. Why he was stealing it is a mystery. There had been no hurricane to spark a looting spree, and beer distributorships typically give excellent employee discounts. Perhaps he was just engaging in a little self-serve reparations. Who knows? Anyhow, his employer gave him a generous option – either resign, or be fired. Omar chose to resign. He signed the paperwork, and started to leave. On his way out, he opened his lunchbox, where he had stashed a brace of handguns. Why he felt the need to go to work with a lunchbox full of 9mm Rugers is, again, a mystery. He pulled out the pistols and opened fire on a group of about 40 people. A few seconds later, eight European-Americas lay dead, and two others were wounded. Omar then made two phone calls, one to his mother, and one to the police. To the police, he proudly declared, “I just shot me some racists.” By the time the police arrived, Omar had killed himself.

During the investigation and the news coverage, Omar’s family claimed that he frequently complained of workplace racial discrimination against him, and his White girlfriend said that he had taken cell phone pictures of a restroom wall upon which someone had drawn a noose and written a racial epithet. Well, as far as the MSM is concerned, if you can’t believe the word of a Black guy who had stolen a bunch of beer and murdered eight White people, then you can’t believe anyone. So, despite the absence of even the minutest particle of evidence to support the racism claims of Omar and his family, and despite the inexistence of the noose and n-word pictures, the MSM waved its collective hand like a Jedi and said, “Omar killed Racist White people. They deserved it.” To which millions of Blacks and a sickening number of White people responded by repeating, “Omar killed Racist White people. They deserved it.”

In the aftermath, it was odd that the hate industry was as absent as the evidence of racism and the damning pictures. Not even the JackAl got involved. (JackAl = Je$$e Jackson and Al $harpton.) With no one to stoke the fire, the story soon petered out. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that, we now know that Omar’s family should have given the media pictures of him when he was 12 years old, and they should have claimed that he was caught stealing beer because his employer had racially profiled him. Rest assured those lapses will never happen again. The Standards and Practices department of Trayvon Martin™, Inc. has established the revised template for exploiting the deaths of thugs, up to and including trademarking the name of the real perp.

Can you imagine what it must feel like, growing up a Black kid and knowing that if a ghetto-foo offs you, then your parent(s) might try to cash in on your name? If the EBT goes dry, you might find yourself being sent on errands in some pretty rough places. I reckon trademarking is cheaper than life insurance.

Better late than never, so they say. Two years after Omar Thornton became a profile in hate industry mismanagement, his mother, Lillie Holliday, has set up a memorial website to her mass-murderer son. She’s asking for money so she can “spread awareness about her son and institutionalized racism.” Of course, the only connection between Omar and racism of any kind was Omar himself. He’s the one who targeted people for death because of their (White) race, and the only racist he killed that day was himself. But Lillian doesn’t see it that way. In fact, she’s going to use some of the money “to launch an independent investigation into allegations that [Omar] was a victim of workplace racism.” She doesn’t say who is making the allegations; call me a cynic, but I’d bet it’s her. And surely the only “investigator” she’ll be able to hire is that greasy fool who wrote Crystal Mangum’s book (The Last Dance for Grace). I don’t remember hearing about that tome flying off the shelves, if it ever made it to the shelves.

I doubt that Lillian will rake in more than $25. She timed her company start-up too closely on the heels of the George Zimmerman beating. And the last time I looked, her website still didn’t show a picture of 12-year-old Omar. There’s no way she can compete against Trayvon Martin™, Inc. Her only hope is to somehow form a merger with them, but even that’s a huge long shot, because she needs them more than they need her. Why would they want her siphoning off their bottom line? Besides, if not even the JackAl would invest in you at the beginning, then it’s because their market research suggested you weren’t worth the risk.

My advice to Lillian is that she take whatever chump-change her website manages to bring in, and use it to buy a lottery ticket, a bottle of Arizona Iced Tea, and a bag of Skittles.

Originally posted atThe Political Cesspool.