Except there’s one way to make this stop when nobody has the guts to let the people with badges do what it takes. The first of next month is two weeks from today, and maybe Nixon could put a hold on the welfare benefits for everyone in those apartment farms until this shit quiets down. That would definitely work, because then all the EBT black queens who can’t control their sons will suddenly find a way to control their sons. Except you know Nixon won’t do it and Obama would throw a fit if he did.
This is a paragraph from pages 41 and 42 of certain book. I won’t say the name of the book or its author until you’re done reading it.
Several years earlier, I had faced a similar situation as governor. A right-wing extremist group had established a compound in the mountains of north Arkansas. Among the men, women and children who lived there were two suspects wanted for murder. The people lived in several cabins, each of which had a trap door that led to a dugout from which they could fire on approaching authorities. And they had a lot of weapons to fire. The FBI wanted to storm them, too. At a meeting I convened with the FBI, our state police, and cooperating law enforcement people from Missouri and Oklahoma, I listened to the FBI’s case, then said that before I could approve the action, I wanted someone who had fought in the jungles of Vietnam to fly over the place in a helicopter and make an assessment. The battle wise veteran who made the inspection for me returned to say, “If those people can shoot at all, you’ll lose fifty men in the assault.” I called off the raid, put a blockade around the camp, cut off food stamp aid to the several families inside who had been receiving it, and prevented anyone who left the premises to get supplies from going back. Eventually, the holdouts gave in, and the suspects were apprehended with no loss of life.
The book is My Life, and the author is Bill Clinton.