By now, you’ve all seen North Charleston cop Michael Slager shooting down Walter Scott—black, unarmed, the usual. Eight shots in the back like nothing, like he was casting a reel. You know he then told the dying man to put his hands behind his back—and by now, you know that he planted his Taser by the body, in plain view of his partner, to corroborate the bullshit story he’d tell. You know it because a man named Feidin Santana happened to be there to capture it all; you saw it because Santana opted to release the footage after hearing the officer’s made-up account in the news. This murder, this planting of evidence is nothing extraordinary—it’s everyday business, it’s been everyday business, and people have been telling you as much since before the advent of video, and well before I was born. Do you see the perfect storm of circumstances required to make America acknowledge that an unarmed black man didn’t deserve to die?
In the face of this never-ending affront, I don’t much care about college hoops…