What must you do after shooting a Black boy?
Sometimes there's just no legal way to win.
Let's do a thought experiment. Imagine that you have come out of a shopping mall, having finished buying some necessities and some gifts for your friends. As you return to your car, you notice that some of the doors on some of the cars you are passing are not quite closed. You reach your car and surprise a Black boy, perhaps 12 years old. He's robbing you. Just as he had robbed several others before you. You see him, and he sees you. Just as you turn to go back into the mall to summon the police, you hear a gunshot behind you, and the window on a car in front of you shatters to bits. The Black boy has tried to kill you.
But he missed with his first shot. You're lucky that you are still alive. You run to take cover behind another car, and you take your pistol from your purse or shoulder holster. Now you have a fighting chance.
The Black boy will have to move to shoot at you again. You hope that he will run away so that you won't have to shoot back. But no. He's angry about your catching him in a robbery, and he wants your blood in what he regards as "just retribution." So he emerges from around your car fender, gun in his hand, and looks around for you.
There he is. You see him, aim your pistol, and fire. Bang! The Black boy jerks, takes a few ragged steps, and falls down. He's dead.
Now, you want to do the right thing. You want to go back into the mall to summon the police and report what it is you had to do. But as you stand from the hiding place where you were crouching, you notice that there are a lot of other Blacks in the general area. Nobody has seen you yet. Nobody except you knows what has just happened. But within a minute or two, dozens if not hundreds of enraged Blacks will be where you are. If you are still present, they will kill you. You won't get a trial. You might shoot several more of them in self-defense, but in the end they will tear you apart and stomp your brains out.
So you get in your car and leave the scene. You'd be foolish to do otherwise. When you get home, it is your intention to call the police and tell them what happened. But as you pick up the telephone, you recall that Blacks comprise a substantial fraction of the citizens in your county. If you are charged with a crime - as you most certainly will be, due to considerations of political correctness - your jury will probably include a lot of Blacks. And you know from experience that any Whites who are chosen to serve will be easy for their Black co-jurors to bully into convicting you unjustly.
You recall that in Idaho, a few years ago, a White man was charged with a felony just because he called a Black man a nigger. What had the Black man been doing to draw the White man's insult? Nothing much: only strangling the White man's wife with a leather strap. As your mind takes you on a trip down memory lane, you put down the telephone receiver. You do not dial the police. You have begun to understand some things that were not clear to you before.
It will not matter that the Black boy was a thief.
It will not matter that the Black boy fired at you first.
It will not matter that you shot the Black boy as he stalked you with murderous intent.
It will not matter that at every step during the unfolding of this situation, you did the only thing you could do in order to remain alive.
Reporting the Black boy's crimes and your own defense against those crimes, in other words, is the first step that will result in your being executed by the state for murder, or murdered in prison in a year or two by Black inmates, or—in the unlikely event that you are exonerated of wrong-doing by the jury and released—murdered by a Black mob intent on avenging the boy who tried to kill you.
The only chance you have to stay alive and to live a normal life is not to report the crime and hope that the police detectives never find out what you did.
Think ahead. This is the kind of thing that could happen to any White person.