Category Archives : Crime


F*cked around and got locked up? That’s not in the contract.

Bobby Shmurda, 20, took the internet by storm in early 2014 when a Vine of his song “Shmoney Dance”  went viral.  After a bidding war between labels, he signed a multi-album deal to Epic Records, and became hip-hop’s new flavor of the week.  He followed it up with “Hot Nigga” and seemed poised for continued success (whatever that looks like in today’s music business landscape).  Yet somehow, with lyrics that highlight drug sales, trap houses, and violent exchanges (or him and his crew just shooting people, as it were), there was some incredulity when Shmurda was arrested in December 2014 on a series of charges that include drug dealing, weapons possession, conspiracy to commit murder, and assault.  Shmurda pleaded not guilty and bail was set at $2 million.  Yet two months later, he is still in custody, and apparently upset that his label hasn’t been more supportive, specifically by posting his bail and voicing its support. My gut reaction to Shmurda’s sense of entitlement from his label was disgust. How dare this employee expect his employer to bail him out of a situation he got himself into by allegedly committing crimes? If I go out and catch charges, I’d sooner expect to be fired than for my employer to post my […]


A “no” by any other name … 1

Admittedly, I don’t follow college sports or their athletes. I could generally care less, but I’ve been hearing a lot of buzz recently about the possible charges facing Florida State University’s quarterback Jameis Winston as a result of a rape accusation.  On December 5, the State Attorney, William Meggs, announced that Winston would not be facing criminal charges due to what he called a lack of evidence, elaborating, “We have a duty as prosecutors to only file … charges if we have a reasonable likelihood of a conviction.” It’s important to interject here to explain what Meggs meant.  Criminal charges were not filed because prosecutors did not believe that they would be able to prove to either a judge or jury, beyond a reasonable doubt, that the crime(s) in question occurred.  That does not mean a crime did not occur. It means there isn’t enough evidence to prove it in a court of law. It does not mean the victim falsely reported a rape, falsely implicated Winston, or did anything falsely. It means that there is not enough evidence to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the crime occurred. I would also like to venture that even if charges were filed against Winston […]


What in the holy hell?

Note: I wrote this earlier in the week but sat on it while I composed my thoughts, or at least calmed down enough to articulate myself. Few things totally baffle my mind. The two that always do are related: rape and pedophilia.  I am disgusted by both, but pedophilia brings forth a rage from inside me parallel to NOTHING else I’ve ever felt.  It is, honestly speaking, a feeling that I’m not comfortable with … it’s so intense and so … uncontrolled.  It doesn’t happen often, thank goodness, but God forbid something ever happened to COM, I’d let it loose with no remorse. It seems like I’ve been bombarded the subject all friggin day long, and my blood has been boiling since I got in the car at 7:30 this morning. First, the local radio stations were talking about the uproar caused by comedienne Mo’Nique’s family being on Oprah and talking about how she was molested by her brother.  That segued into the topic of molestation within families, especially in the black community. Then, I was hearing about Catholic priests molesting boys (what’s new there?).  Now, I click on this link in Okayplayer and I wanted to maim someone. I mean […]


Flowers for Children?

Stop Saving the Flowers The Death of the District’s Children The Chesapeake Chronicle When I was in high school, I occasionally babysat the two young daughters of Washington Post style writer Lonnae O’Neal Parker. One day, after yet another school shooting, she asked me a simple question, but one that I had never truly considered. “Are you afraid to go to school?” The thought had never occurred to me.Frederick Douglass High School in Upper Marlboro, Md., was surrounded on three sides by corn fields.I saw horses, cows and sheep on my morning ride to school.While there was the occasional fight in the cafeteria, I never considered a student going on a shooting rampage with me as a target.You could say I felt safe when I left my house every morning for school. Last year, Mrs. Parker, as I call her, wrote a short piece about the rash of child shootings in Washington, right after the shooting of 8-year-old Chelsea Cromartie. In it, she recounted an imaginary visit to a cemetery, in which someone is trying desperately to keep flowers at a grave from tipping over.Her last line struck me immediately and has stayed fresh in my mind, particularly as of […]