Dear American blacks

I'm sorry to see so many of you angry about recent events in Missouri and New York, and you could include Cleveland in that, too. I don't like it either, and I'm a white man who never has had trouble with the police and has been robbed at gunpoint by blacks. (I hope you don't mind, by the way, that I say "black" instead of "African American." I think it's as stupid as whites calling themselves European Americans when they've never even been there, and almost no whites do.)
As bad as I find these events, you won't see me on the streets carrying signs. Part of this is just me. I plan to make it through life without ever shouting "Hey hey! Ho ho! This thing I think is bad has got to go!"
But another reason is—and this may be hard for many of you younger ones to understand me on—O.J. Simpson. 

O.J. Simpson murdered his wife, Nichole Brown Simpson, and a man she was friends with named Ronald Lyle Goldman, on June 12, 1994. He used a knife and slit her throat. Everybody knew O.J. did it within a few days, but he got a trial and smart lawyers played the race card (I believe that trial popularized that phrase). He was acquitted October 3, 1995. On that day, blacks literally danced in the streets, jumping up and down, shouting "We won! We won!" 
That's right. A man got away with the cold-blooded murder of a woman and a young man, both unarmed, and thousands of blacks thought that was just great.

O.J. Simpson is now in prison serving time for unrelated charges.

Because of this, don't expect every white person you meet to have much sympathy when things go bad with a twitchy police officer. You can't have it both ways, you know.