So, after all the sturm and drang about the "Jena 6," I eagerly read through the Post's sum-up, trying to figure out exactly WTF it was all about. You see, I'm no cable news junkie. I don't have time to watch six hours of CNN to try to piece together what's going on.

After skimming I don't know how many column-inches, I still wasn't clear just what, exactly, happened. As usual, this meant what really happened didn't fit the story of what the media thought should've happened.

I grew up in a small southern town, with a concomitant rabid sports circus such places seem to grow like noxious mushrooms under a rotted tree. The athletes (freaking teenagers!) in general were utterly untouchable. The black athletes were untouchable and extremely scary-dangerous. Mysterious, unexplained black eyes and broken bones were the expected, even logical result of anyone who called any of them what they were: brutal sub-humans who's only real talent was tearing up your stuff and beating you to within an inch of your life.

Worse still were the adults, parents and "alumni," who allowed it, no... encouraged it, all to happen. College kept them busy enough and far away enough the rest of us were generally left alone. Well, as long as we weren't female, or a cop. I sometimes wonder if today I stay away from playing in team sports because of the brutal, "if we can't beat them we'll beat you" athletic culture I was steeped in as a child.

Sad to say it would seem some twenty years after I graduated high school, absolutely nothing has changed.

Via Instapundit.