James LaFond here at the Harm City News Desk. I know you good people were hoping for another Justin W. R. Justice article but my militant man is on the road—and a good thing too, because he'd be ranting and raving over what just went down in Harm City's Hamilton Sector yesterday morning at 7:30.

Reggie, a young black dude who I have had a few drinks with at the mixed-race sports bar, was leaving his house, headed to his car, when he saw two younger brothers, teenagers walking by on the other side of the street. He nodded respectfully to them, figuring they were on their way to school on this misty, overcast morning.

He then walked around to the driver's side of his Camry as he unlocked the door with his remote key. As he was opening the door and getting in he heard the slap of sneakers and saw over his left shoulder that both of these young brothers now had their hoods up over their heads and were closing fast. He extended his left hand from where he stood in a half-crouch and said, "No, please—"

He was hit across the nose with the barrel of a nine-millimeter handgun wielded by the taller guy while the shorter guy grabbed his feet and pulled him out into the street punching him. As he was being punched in the stomach and dragged, he was also being pistol whipped. Within 10 seconds at the most he was laying in the street reaching for his keys, which were gone as the short man turned over the engine of the Camry from the driver's seat and the tall dude with the handgun piled into the passenger seat after having slid over the hood.

Reggie noticed that his wallet and phone were also gone. Unable to call the cops, he ran one block down Hamilton Avenue to the supermarket, which was closed, but had people in it. He banged on the window until [John, my former coworker] let him in and called the cops for him. After a half hour, with no cops having shown up, and worried about being too late for work, Reggie decided to walk to his job.

One day last week, out in suburban Carol Island, 10 miles from the city line, a young fellow walked from the apartments that my son thankfully just moved out of, to the strip mall parking lot at Eastern and Carol Island Road, where two friends had agreed to meet him at 5:30 and give him a ride to an unspecified destination. When he arrived, the two dudes got out of the car and beat him up, taking his money and phone.

Unreported violent crime in the city has tripled as far as I can determine, a trend that has been solid since the Baltimore City Police stand down this time last year. In the surrounding county such unreported crimes have doubled in Towson, but have tripled in Essex, White Marsh and Parkville. All three of these precincts have seen a reduced police presence, while Towson had has an increased presence.

This does demonstrate, that despite my hatred of cops, that when they are charged with suppressing violent crime they seem to have an obviously measurable effect. Why the city and county executives do not want the police to suppress crime in these two municipalities is an open question.

Please keep in mind, that as the epidemic of white on black mob attacks continues to surge across the country and the media looks the other way, that these aggressions represent an expansion of black on black violence to encompass the greater society that has embraced urban blacks as the innocent, unarmed poster children for police misconduct. Police have never done much to protect black from blacks. Now that police in the Baltimore Area have withdrawn their pledge to protect and serve all together, non-blacks would be well advised to behave as if they too are being hunted, because they are.

I would further like to note, that for anyone referencing FBI crime stats, that for every violent black on black crime [other than murder] that makes it into a law enforcement data base, that there are at least 10 unreported crimes of the same type.