Does Jasmine Crockett Know About the 27 Black People Pres. Clinton Had Killed?

In One Day, and Just an Hour South of Her Texas District

Texas Rep. Jasmine Crockett has become the Democrats’ new “it” girl—sorry AOC—by slamming President Trump more profusely and profanely than her more prudent colleagues dare to. Crockett has called Trump a racist, a dictator, an “enemy of the United States,” and, in general, someone “not like us.”

Said Crockett in her inimitable way after Trump’s State of the Union Speech, “Somebody slap me and wake me the fuck up because I’m ready to get on with it.” Not since Al Sharpton’s famed war cry during the Crown Heights riots—"If the Jews want to get it on, tell them to pin their yarmulkes back and come over to my house”—have the Democrats heard such an inspirational call to action.

In a recent post celebrating Black History Month, Crockett upped the ante calling Trump a “super villain,” and boldly declaring, “While someone has tried to cancel Black history month that is NOT happening in our office.”

If Crockett is really interested in black history, it is time for her to ask her fellow Democrats a hard question—Where were they the day President Bill Clinton oversaw the slaughter—in America—of 39 racial minorities, 27 of them black?

Crockett was 12 at the time. She has an excuse for not knowing her history, but as a congresswoman from Texas, she has no excuse for remaining ignorant. I refer here specifically to the tank assault on the Mount Carmel community in Waco on April 19, 1993. These poor souls were deemed expendable precisely because they were deemed “not like us.”

Crockett fans might be thinking, “You’re confusing me. What does the death of all those right wing peckerwoods have to do with Black history?”

Quite a bit, actually: 27 of the 74 peckerwoods incinerated at Waco were black, ages 6 to 61. In fact, more than half of those gun-toting, rednecks were minority rednecks, 39 out of 74 to be precise, 6 of them Hispanic, 6 of Asian descent.

Truth be told, Waco represented the single greatest organized--if largely unwitting--slaughter of black people on American soil since the Battle of Fort Pillow in 1864.

And no, this is not something I read on the Internet. I found a verifiable list of the dead, broken out by age and ethnicity, and counted them. The FBI had given the Branch Davidians video cameras. The Clinton White House knew who was in the buildings. So, almost assuredly, did the major media. They collectively chose not to show America who died that day.

As intended, scarcely a black person in America knew the hell visited on his brethren in those early uncertain months of the Clinton era. That knowledge would surely have strained black affection for the Clintons and maybe even party loyalties. The media were not about to encourage such a schism.

“OK,” say Crockett defenders, “what happened at Waco was unfortunate, but if some crazy Christian cultists of whatever color kill themselves. much as they did at Jonestown, what concern is it of ours?”

There are two major problems with the Jonestown paradigm. The first is that the Branch Davidians did not kill themselves. A White House capable of concealing the racial status of the victims was fully capable of concealing the nature of their deaths. For an in depth perspective on what did happen, I would recommend the excellent Academy Award-nominated documentary, Waco: The Rules of Engagement.

As to the second concern, I would direct interested parties to the Evergreen Cemetery in the heart of Oakland, California.

There, in a mass grave, lie the bodies of more than 250 children, the great majority of them black, the victims of the greatest one-day murder of American young people in the nation’s history.

They are, of course, the children of Jonestown. Three year-olds don’t commit suicide. Held in the jungle, often against their wills, their parents did not have much choice in the matter either.

Nor did the children die “in the name of religion” as supposed. They died for the opposite of religion. There was not even a chapel at Jonestown, but the place revealed so much obvious reverence for Lenin, Mao, Che, and Fidel that one might have thought it an extension campus of San Francisco State.

“I decided how can I demonstrate my Marxism,” the “Reverend” James Jones would recount years later. “The thought was ‘infiltrate the church.’”

Jones thought of Christianity as a “a dark creation” of the oppressed. Salvation would come through other channels. “Free at last, free at last,” he led his temple comrades in prayer, ““Thank socialism almighty we will be free at last.”

By 1973, after aggressive recruiting in black neighborhoods nationwide, the Peoples Temple boasted some 2500 members, most of them in San Francisco. Better still, they voted as if with one voice, Jones’.

Given their affection for independent thinkers—and so many of them in one place!--Democratic vote harvesters from far and wide wooed Jones like a Southern Belle, Bolshevik or not.

Local pols like Willie Brown, Jerry Brown, George Moscone, and Harvey Milk all came a courting. So too did national Democrats like Rosalynn Carter and Walter Mondale. “I figured if these people—if anybody should know, they should know,” testified one black survivor as to why he stuck with Jones.

After taking office as mayor of San Francisco in 1976, George Moscone repaid Jones by appointing him to the Human Rights Commission and then to the chairmanship of the city’s Housing Authority. That same year, The Los Angeles Times named Jones “the humanitarian of the year.”

That was just two years before he murdered all those children in Guyana. As at Waco, the progressive establishment rushed to bury the truth along with the bodies. Too much truth might just estrange African Americans from the party that has made Jasmine Crockett a super star.

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