Justice for Who? Selective Outrage and the Disenfranchised Voter

First off, I wanna talk about something that really stuck with me from an interview I came across. A man named Brian shared the tragic story of his friend—somebody he grew up with, somebody who should’ve been safe just walking down the street. That friend was brutally stabbed, slashed in the face and neck, and left scarred for life. Now, if that don’t sound like attempted murder, I don’t know what does. But Hennepin County prosecutors? They decided to downplay it. They only charged the suspect, Camron Wayne Draper, with second degree assault. Not attempted murder. Assault. And what’s worse? They let this man out on bail.

Now let me ask y’all something: If that victim was connected to a politician? If he was a lawyer, or a judge, or somebody’s donor? Would they be so quick to downgrade the charges and turn him loose back into the streets? No. But when it’s just some working man, just another citizen? The system don’t care. And that’s the core of disenfranchisement. When the people who are supposed to protect you—prosecutors, judges, politicians—don’t value your life the same way they value their own.

Meanwhile, while they out there in New York screaming and marching, here in Rochester, Minnesota, there’s a candlelight vigil. For who? For Charlie Kirk. And let’s be real—most of the crowd was white. They standing there, candles in hand, mourning somebody they feel represents their side. And this right here, family, is America in 2025. Selective outrage. Compartmentalized grief. Everybody only shows up when it’s their people, their politics, their cause.

But where’s the unity? Where’s the call for justice across the board? Why can’t we be consistent? When a Black man like Trey Reed loses his life, the streets erupt, the chants go loud, the signs come out. When somebody gets stabbed and scarred for life in Hennepin County, the prosecutor yawns and the community barely blinks. And when Charlie Kirk passes, white America pulls out the candles.

See, what I’m saying is this: justice can’t be a buffet. You don’t just pick and choose depending on who you like, what party you follow, or what color the victim is. Justice gotta be blind, otherwise it’s just politics in disguise.

And this is why the disenfranchised voter—whether Black, white, immigrant, poor, working-class—feels abandoned. You paying taxes, you following the law, but when it’s your turn to need justice? Crickets. When it’s your turn to feel safe? The prosecutor cuts a deal. The system that’s supposed to have your back got a blind spot for you.

So let me leave y’all with this: if we gon’ scream for justice, let’s scream for all of it. If we gon’ hold people accountable, let’s hold the prosecutors, the judges, the politicians to the same standard as the street thug with the knife. Because until then? Until then, family, we’re all just pawns, and the system is laughing at our division.

This has been Da Urban Conservative Presents: Disenfranchised Voter. Stay sharp, stay free, and don’t let nobody play you.