Finley: Where's the outcry as Detroit kids die?

Nolan Finley
The Detroit News

What would you call someone who stood on a street and fired a gun into a group of children playing in the spring sunshine?

A super-predator, perhaps?

Hillary Clinton is under fire for using that description in the 1990s to support her husband’s tough-on-crime bill that sought to reduce violence by locking up criminals and throwing away the key. Black Lives Matter is tossing the words in her face, charging that her husband, who once billed himself as the first black president, ruined African-American families and communities by signing the legislation.

Her opponent in the Democratic presidential contest, Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders, says the words “super-predator” are so obviously racist that Clinton must have used them with an intended antipathy toward African-Americans.

Meanwhile, in Detroit ...

On Saturday, 6-month-old Miracle Murray was playing in the front yard of a west side home with other children and a young man. A car passed by once, and then again. On the second pass, a man stepped out, raised a gun and fired it several times.

Miracle, who got her name because she was the product of a difficult pregnancy, was hit by a bullet and killed; the 24-year-old man with her was wounded.

Detroit police arrested and released two suspects, and still believe the attack is related to an earlier deadly drive-by shooting in late March in the same neighborhood. While other children were waiting for the Easter bunny, the devil himself visited the home of 3-year-old Anaiya Montgomery. She died in her bed.

Clinton’s crime bill was overly harsh on low-level drug dealers. Still, its intent was noble — to shield children like Anaiya and Miracle from the mindless violence that swirls around the narcotics trade.

Anyone of any color who points a gun at a child and pulls the trigger fits the definition of a super predator. But the protesters who are shaping the crime agendas of Clinton and Sanders are more focused on how policies impact criminals, and how their families and communities suffer while they are behind bars.

Perhaps the candidates should come to Clarita Street and sit in the yard where a miracle died. Listen as mothers share the agony of holding a baby whose body has been ripped apart by bullets. Talk to neighbors so terrorized by gangs they’re afraid to point a finger at monsters who kill helpless children.

Instead, they fret over whether it’s racist to insult murderers and drug dealers and apologize for what little they did in the past to protect the victims of their crimes.

And they bleat out on command that “Black Lives Matter.”

That isn’t true and they know it. Anaiya and Miracle were poor and African-American and lived in the rough city. Had such an atrocity happened to white babies in the suburbs, there would be no rest until those responsible were found and dragged to jail.

The lives of the little girls in Detroit didn’t matter enough to fill the streets with protesters demanding justice for them, or to force City Hall to make gang busting its top priority, or to spur every preacher in the city to stand in the pulpit and declare a holy war on child killers.

Or to get presidential candidates to tell us what they’re going to do about super-predators.

Nolan Finley’s “Little Red Hen: A Collection of Columns from Detroit’s Conservative Voice,” is available from Amazon, iBooks and Barnes & Noble Nook.