George Orwell once wrote that, 'In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.'

That being the case, Colin Flaherty is one of the leading revolutionaries of our era.

Colin Flaherty needs no introduction to AT readers, who have for some time been reading his reportage on one of the most severe and intractable racial problems of our epoch – a problem that has been ignored by other writers and reporters in virtually all branches of the media.

This problem, of course, is the massive and unparalleled surge in racial violence over the last decade or so, in which the entire country has been wracked with violent assaults included beatings, mobbings, and murder aimed at non-black races and ethnic groups -- with a particular emphasis on whites -- by certain elements among the black population. Characterized by such terms as “the knockout game” or “polar-bear hunting,” this plague of violence has been ignored by media, government, academics, and the civil-rights establishment. While the rest of the world has behaved with the perspicacity of the three monkeys, a single reporter, operating in the classic mode, has refused to let the story be buried. Colin Flaherty has covered the upsurge in black violence in a relentless series of reports, breaking it nationwide in a bestselling book, White Girl Bleed A Lot.

Now we have his second book on the subject: Don’t make the Black Kids Angry – The Hoax of Black Victimization and How We Enable It. The new volume takes the narrative farther than the first effort, adding depth and detail to the story.

Violent outbreaks in Ferguson and Baltimore are well known. But we can also add Portland, Seattle, Minneapolis, Kansas City, Dayton, D.C., and continue all the way down to Carbondale Ill., Antioch, Cal., and Myrtle Beach., S.C.  Black violence in the 2ist century is a national phenomenon, a social pathology as repellent in its own way as slavery and segregation before it, and produced by the same poisoned seed – blatant racism.

It typically occurs when a group (or many such groups) of urban blacks, usually in their teens or twenties, begin stalking and assaulting whites along with the occasional Asian or Latin. The reasons can be trivial or nonexistent. There can be a trigger event or none. Generally the victims are strongly outnumbered and overwhelmed. The violence is usually savage – far worse than in casual crimes, with victims often ending up hospitalized and occasionally maimed for life.

When large groups of blacks congregate – for beach weeks, black expos, or rap concerts – such assaults have become almost inevitable. (In fact a neologism has arisen to describe them: “let out fights.”) On many occasions they have reached the level of riots. All the same, very few arrests are ever made, and the punishment usually amounts to wrist-slaps. It is not unknown for law enforcement in many cities to stand down and ignore the incidents. The victims are often overlooked or even mocked.

In the aftermath, reportage in local and national media is minimal. The news is either squelched completely or buried under a soothing blanket of political correctness (of the “rowdy youths” or “unruly teens” variety). If the incidents do succeed, due to bloodiness or size, in attracting general attention, the usual suspects leap up to defend of the perpetrators. Such officials and media figures as Wayne Bennett, Glenn Singleton, Jean Walsh, Toure, Marietta English, Cynthia Tucker, and somebody named “Eric Holder” stand accused by their own words of defending black thuggery.

The standard excuses of “slavery and “racism” are trotted out, the victims are often blamed for their suffering, and beneath it all is the unspoken threat: leave it alone if you don’t want things to get worse.

Colin Flaherty has not left it alone, and for this he deserves our thanks.

The coverage in Black Kids is almost overwhelming in its detail. It seems that there’s not a single incident he has overlooked. (Though he devotes a number of pages to “the ones I missed”).  Flaherty writes with clarity, dispassion, and a journalistic objectivity that might seem archaic in this ideologically corrupt age. (Though he is not without a touch of sardonic humor, as can be seen in the chapters dealing with the “Moorish Nation,” a black cult that claims to own most of the country, and another chapter dealing with the Society for Professional Journalism’s standards for dealing with racial reportage.)

Among all these incidents, a few will stand out for viciousness and callousness. The one that sticks with me is a case that occurred in Middletown, Ohio in 2013-14, in which Jennifer Chitwood was targeted by mobs after calling the police on black burglars ransacking her house. Afterward, Chitwood was subjected to months of torment, virtually ignored by the police, city government, and media until at last her house was burned to the ground.  At that point, media finally woke up – to blame Chitwood, a single mother, for her own predicament.

These incidents have occurred in the hundreds in recent years. The number of victims is in the thousands. The number of deaths amounts to dozens, perhaps more, and is rising steadily.

How long are we expected to take this? Do the institutions – law enforcement, criminal justice, government, and media – expect it to simply go away? If so, it would be one more example of the spineless mindset of the age of Obama. 

But it won’t go anywhere, of course – not by itself. But it’s one of those things that cannot go on, and thus will not go on. As I have pointed out elsewhere, the American response to this kind of threat is mass action, of the type carried by the many vigilance committees of the 19^th century. Do we really want to return to that? We may have no choice. And the fact that only a single reporter is calling out a warning is no less than appalling

It’s against this willful ignorance on the part of an entire social system that Flaherty’s achievement must be measured. Colin Flaherty will never win the Pulitzer he deserves for this effort. But eventually it will be recognized. Over a century ago, Emile Zola spoke out alone against the rampant anti-Semitism and corruption of the French government, the military, and the media of his time in defense of Captain Alfred Dreyfuss. He was pilloried, threatened, and at last run out of the country. But his enemies are utterly forgotten today, while the words "J'accuse" remain immortal.