WASHINGTON, December 22, 2014 – The FBI informant known as CI-17, whose close association with New York’s Gambino and Genovese crime families helped federal prosecutors convict and imprison its knuckle-dragging underlings, had become a political liability to serve effectively as a government snitch.
And so, the Reverend Al Sharpton’s four-year association with the FBI came to an end.
The Tawana Brawley hoax, in which seven white Dutchess County, New York men, that included Assistant District Attorney Stephen Pagones, were accused of raping an African-American girl, became a media event.
Having thrust himself into the national spotlight, the FBI felt Sharpton’s days as an effective underworld stooge were over.
Sharpton’s reputation as a carbuncle on the nation’s rump was secured when a New York grand jury exonerated the accused assailants as victims of a fraud. Brawley would later confess to a boyfriend that she made the whole thing up.
The Philadelphia Inquirer’s Claude Lewis said it best. “As it turned out, Ms. Brawley was perfect for Sharpton’s brand of politics. He is expert at manipulating 16-year-olds and others who have an underdeveloped sense of reason.”
Sharpton’s manipulation of the empty-headed turned deadly in 1991.
Gavin Cato, a 7-year-old black boy, died after he was struck by a car in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn, New York. The driver of the car was a Hasidic Jew. Within three hours of the accident, a mob – shouting, “Kill the Jew” – surrounded rabbinical student Yankel Rosenbaum, who had no connection to the accident, and murdered him.
“The issue is not anti-Semitism,” said Sharpton of the anti-Semitic riots and mob murder while addressing the mourners at Gavin Cato’s funeral. “All we want to say is what Jesus said: if you offend one of these little ones, you got to pay for it. No compromise, no meetings, no coffee klatch, no skinnin’ and grinnin’”
“It was a mob of about 30 who attacked and murdered Yankel, of which 28 have never been brought to justice,” wrote Norman Rosenbaum, brother of the murdered Yankel. “For 20 years, these people have lived free, and continue to do so, among the African-American community.”
For Sharpton and his followers, the humanity of non-blacks depends heavily on their willingness to submit to shakedowns. And money-changers surround the Holy of Holies in the temple of Sharpton.
“Justice,” you see, equates to cash. No protection money, no “peace.”
In recent months, Sharpton has moved beyond this small ethnic minority and focused his energies on the nation’s police following the Eric Garner and Michael Brown deaths, both African-American men killed while resisting arrest.
Last August, Edward Mullins, president of the (police) Sergeant’s Benevolent Association of New York City, had a few choice words for the perpetually angry MSNBC host,
“Al Sharpton is not a credible individual. He never has been yet he’s all over the media. He gets front page. He’s allowed to sit in City Hall and threaten the mayor. We only need to look at Tawana Brawley, Gavin Cato in Brooklyn, ties to organized crimes and narcotics, yet Al Sharpton gets to determine the direction of justice in this city. It’s wrong, it’s completely wrong.”
Ismaaiyl Brinsley, 28, was the perfect Sharpton acolyte: A young man possessing a pronounced “underdeveloped sense of reason.” But Brinsley failed to grasp the most important, if unspoken, tenant of Sharpton’s gospel: Violence means nothing unless it translates into a hefty payday.
And if you must kill, confine the targets to a small ethnic minority. What Sharpton called the “diamond merchant” and the “white interloper”… Jews.
Instead, Brinsley chose a smaller demographic sampling… New York City’s 34,000 police officers.
After he shot his girlfriend, Brinsley traveled from Baltimore to the Big Apple. “I’m putting wings on pigs today,” Brinsley told his Instagram followers.
Like Sharpton, Brinsley also had fans and admirers. “They take 1 of ours, let’s take 2 of theirs.”
Brinsley gunned down NYPD officers Rafael Ramos and Wenjian Liu as they sat in their patrol car. He then turned the weapon on himself.
Officers Ramos and Liu did not take part in the deaths of Eric Garner of Staten Island or Michael Brown of Ferguson, Missouri. Like Yankel Rosenbaum of Crown Heights, the officers were targets of simple-minded rage, egged on by race-hustler Sharpton and a New York mob who, days earlier, chanted, “What do we want? Dead cops! When do we want it? Now!”
“I guess Al Sharpton got what he wanted,” retired NYPD detective Harry Houck said to CNN. Former New York City Police Commissioner Bernard Kerik told Newsmax, “Sharpton and all those who encouraged this anti-cop, racist mentality all have blood on their hands.”
The stinging criticism only served to fuel Sharpton’s over-active sense of victimhood. “The blame game will only lead to further kinds of venom and further division,” insisted Sharpton, taking his turn in the game.
Holding up his cell phone to the adoring press, Sharpton played a voice-mail message in which a caller threatened to “get” him.
A street thug like Sharpton should be familiar with the phrase, “No justice, no peace.”