What happened to George Floyd, a black man choked out by a white Minneapolis cop kneeling on his neck, sure looks like murder to me.
It wasn't an accident. Floyd was subdued and on the ground. This was the cold application of deadly force.
The cop has his knee on the neck. Floyd is begging to breathe until he stopped begging. He later died.
Now it's all part of the all-too familiar American liturgy of media and the politics of police violence: Panicked and angry politicians, angry protesters, street violence, allegations of racism and injustice.
I'm no prosecutor, juror or judge. But there is a rule in journalism — or at least there was once, when journalism followed its own rules — that you don't call it murder until charges are filed.
And even then, charges alone can't show what was in the mind of the white cop kneeling on Floyd's neck.
I have friends who are cops and I know they have impossible jobs. In Chicago right now, they're being thrown under the bus by City Hall for not keeping order in the city of violence; a city that just experienced its most violent Memorial Day weekend in years with 49 shot and 10 dead.
Chicago is the city where prosecutors and judges routinely release dangerous, violent men from jail on little or no bond, or on electronic monitoring, to satisfy the politics of the social justice warriors. They show more concern for the jailed than for the communities that are preyed upon. The cops make arrests. Then watch as the arrested go free.