To paraphrase Winston Churchill, now is not the end of Black Lives Matter. This isn’t even the beginning of the end. It is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Never before has a movement gained such sudden acclaim, attention, and affection from both the media and pop culture. In the span of just a few weeks, Black Lives Matter became a devout religion in our country. You couldn’t dare criticize or question it. To do so would result in you immediately being labeled a heretic. I mean, a racist.
But eventually, the truth began to catch up with Black Lives Matter. As did the violence.
After an 8-year-old girl was shot near the infamous Atlanta Wendy’s over the weekend, her parents were understandably outraged.
“They say Black Lives Matter — you killed your own,” her father said. “You killed your own this time.” During the subsequent city council meeting, councilmembers offered quotes like, “Black on Black killing, any killing that is unnecessary, they all matter,” and “If Black Lives Matter, they have to matter all the time.”
Previously, it was heresy to mention the tragic rate of black on black crime.