Evidence, broadly construed, is anything presented in support of an assertion. This support may be strong or weak. The strongest type of evidence is that which provides direct proof of the truth of an assertion.
Carter said family members were not allowed to see Robinson after he was pronounced dead.
“We were told he was evidence,” Carter said. “He wasn’t referred to as ‘his son’ or ‘your son,’ just ‘evidence.'”
The 50th anniversary of the Selma march means the Republican noise machine is full of angry, defensive bullshit this morning. Whites are the real victims of racism, black culture is to blame for all crime everywhere, government handouts have betrayed the legacy of MLK, and so on and on, forever.
A young man’s body lies in evidence. His parents, grandparents, friends ask why and get no answers.
The police and the people are enemies of each other, and are at war. They were at war 50 years ago, too:
I thought I saw death. I thought I was going to die. #Selma50 pic.twitter.com/AhM8ujpsYi
— John Lewis (@repjohnlewis) March 7, 2015
That the war isn’t open, en masse, that the war takes place in every poor neighborhood in every suffering city, that the war is undeclared, does not make the dead any less dead. We fight imaginary weapons of mass destruction in countries that can no more harm us than they can land on the moon, and we let our communities rot from the inside.
Just this week, I was asked whether I thought the Department of Justice’s Ferguson report shows that, with respect to race, little has changed in this country. And I understood the question; the report’s narrative was sadly familiar. It evoked the kind of abuse and disregard for citizens that spawned the Civil Rights Movement. But I rejected the notion that nothing’s changed. What happened in Ferguson may not be unique, but it’s no longer endemic. It’s no longer sanctioned by law or by custom.
Oh sir. Yes it is.
Look at the evidence.