How I Could Just Kill A Man: The Death Of Jeremy Brown

“I’m not gonna waste no time
F_____n’ around, my gat straight hummin’” — How I Could Just Kill A Man by Cypress Hill.

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If I were 14 and witnessed Jeremy Brown ruthlessly attacking my mom, I would have shot him. If I did not have a gun, I would find a knife and stab him. If I could not grab a knife, I would have looked to fashion a blunt object out of anything and used it to end this pathetic excuse of a black man’s life.

I am not trying to be inflammatory or hyperbolic: but if a grown-ass man tried to knock my mother out by punching her in the face…I would end that man. I say that as a pillar of my community and without hesitation. I say that as a licensed attorney in the states of California and Arizona. That poor excuse of a black man, Jeremey Brown, was a menace to society, and his own actions dictated his fate.

I do not write this lightly: I would do everything I could to stop this grown man from harming my mother if I had to kill him, no problem. If I would have died in the process, so be it. Jeremy Brown violated the number one commandment in the black community.

Growing up in a black household, there are several immutable rules. One law of black Americans, which is sacrosanct, is: thou shalt…