Confronting Injustice

Confronting Injustice
By Quin Hillyer on 10.4.11 @ 6:08AM

In his new book, available today, J. Christian Adams chronicles lawlessness in the Obama machine.

I believe the day the New Black Panthers ensnared me was Wednesday, May 27, 2009. Thanks to J. Christian Adams, the Panthers may yet ensnare Barack Obama -- in a much more devastating way.

It was at lunch that day (unless it was the day before) that sources told me the Justice Department had dropped most of the charges in the civil rights, voter-intimidation case against several Panthers and against their party as a whole. I returned, on fire with the news, to the office of the Washington Times, which I served as a senior editorial writer. (As it turned out, fellow editorial writer John Lott had the story as well, as did Jerry Seper on the news side, working entirely independently. The superb Michelle Malkin ran with the story online the next day; for various reasons, the WashTimes held its in-depth reporting on it until Friday, May 29.) I didn't know it then, but it would be the first of several dozen Panther-related editorials I would work on during the next 22 months.

What kept me coming back were two things. First, from almost the very start the issue was far bigger than a single polling-place incident: The larger issue was that this case clearly appeared emblematic of a horrible, indefensible policy of the Obama/Holder Justice Department to the effect that civil rights laws would only be used to protect minorities against whites, never the other way around. This isn't equal justice under the law; it's using the law to "get even" for ancient injustices. It's "law" of the two-wrongs-do-equal-a-[civil]-right variety -- which, of course, is actually neither lawful nor just. Indeed, it is an abomination.

Second, I kept coming back because new facts -- not opinions, but facts -- kept coming, in a steady stream, in forms both accessible and incontrovertible. The facts backed up the growing narrative that the Obamites formed a thoroughly racialist cadre (not racist but racialist -- look up the difference) at the Justice Department, and that their actions again and again were and are driven not by the law but by raw, left-wing politics. And, though I would not even hear the name of, much less talk to, much less meet, Christian Adams for well over a month after that first Panther story, and while other sources aplenty would emerge in the meantime, it turned out that, once he could finally talk a year later, the best facts always came from Adams -- the man most directly responsible for bringing, and winning, the Panther case, until the Obamites nixed it. Moreover, I can think of not a single instance in which Adams gave me info he said was definite which he could not back up with documents, the testimony of others, or other original source material. Rarely have I had a source so valuable, so reliable, and so full of integrity.

This is a man completely dedicated to color-blind justice, deeply disdainful of white racists, deeply empathetic to black victims of racism -- and utterly determined to implement the law without fear or favor.

But now J. Christian Adams has outdone himself. As of today, his new Regnery Publishing book, Injustice: Exposing the Racial agenda of the Obama Justice Department, is available at bookstores. Even apart from some new photographs of Obama in close proximity to New Black Panthers, what I've read of the book already (I'm only halfway through) is explosive almost beyond belief. Adams names names, and dates, and places. He describes events in vivid prose. And he repeatedly makes an impassioned case that all of us should expect better justice than the law-trampling leftism of the Obamites that he describes in chilling detail.

Adams makes clear that the real dispute began three years before the Panther case, when he and a multi-award-winning civil rights lawyer named Christopher Coates -- later a whistleblower against the Holder team -- went to Noxubee County, Mississippi, to investigate and battle some of the worst vote fraud imaginable. The difference was that this time the violators were black, led by a virulently racist and corrupt Democratic official named Ike Brown, while the victims were both black and white -- all of them defrauded of their ability to vote for any white candidate for any office under the Noxubee County sun.

Liberal attorneys at the Justice Department's Civil Rights Division repeatedly and deliberately ignored, downplayed, belittled, and fought against the very idea of stopping Ike Brown from his blatant civil rights violations. What Adams does, in mind-blowing detail, is show just how blatant, how despicable, how flagrant, and how gob-smackingly lawless those violations were. Semi-casual observers of the Adams chronicles during the Black Panther aftermath were aware that Justice Department officials were loath to bring a case against a black perpetrator in Mississippi -- but what Adams makes clear is that this wasn't just any case about just any technical violations. Instead, Ike Brown operated a virtual reign of terror in Noxubee, one from which no lawyer could possibly look away without violating their lawful duties and forfeiting all principles of normative ethics and any basic moral sense.

Please buy this book and read it for yourself. Its effect on your brain might feel like getting hit with a night-stick wielded by a black-clad thug who thinks the way to treat whites is to "kill some of they babies." What it also should do is make you seethe in anger at the president who appoints and promotes people who could possibly want to implement such racialist policies. Indeed, someone might even have to "act stupidly" to continue desiring the Oval Office presence of such a racialist-enabling lout.
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A Funny "Injustice" Story
By Quin Hillyer on 10.4.11 @ 7:44AM

Here's a story I wanted to get in my article today on Christian Adams, but it interrupted the flow too much, so I'll put it in this blog post. Sometime more than a month into my covering the dismissal of the New Black Panther case, I decided to take the bull by the horns and call Adams directly at the Justice Department to see if he would talk on the record. As soon as I identified myself, he said, "You'll have to go to Schmaler for that."

Schmaler? Huh?

It turns out that the chief spokesman for the Justice Department is Tracy Schmaler (I had spoken to an assistant press person before), and Adams was adamant that he couldn't talk to the press and that I must talk to Ms. Schmaler. So I called and asked for her by name. What a trip. I don't think I was on with her for more than about 20 seconds, still well within my typical, almost overly polite introduction of self and topic which I'm known for using upon first introduction, when she began absolutely berating me for the WashTimes coverage of the case and for daring to ask any more questions. Within another minute, probably less, "berating" had turned into "yelling." And I hadn't even asked a tough question yet!

Obviously, "go[ing] to Schmaler" would never be worth a thing. The only couple of other times I even tried, the experience was only slightly less unpleasant. And when I tried calling Adams back another time (still to no avail), I opened the conversation by telling him that him sending me to Schmaler had been such a waste of time that he shouldn't try to pawn me off on her again. He laughed heartily, before again politely declining my request for him to talk about the case.

So, a year later, when Christian Adams finally went public with his testimony to the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights, I paid attention when he left the room and followed him as he and his lawyer left the building by a back exit. Indeed, I walked along beside him for blocks, all the way to a garage where he had his car parked, before he would say much of anything.

"Look," I said, "you're public now. Now there's no reason not to go into some more details." Adams smiled. It was a sort of mischievous smile, a very quick one, before adopting a poker face and saying:

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to go to Schmaler for that." Then he burst out laughing. And then, finally, he answered a few questions.....
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