Derek Chauvin: Legend

Imagine, if you will, a day in the life of your average beat cop. You’re out and about on a typical day in one of the diverse neighborhoods, dealing with the dregs of society. You’ve seen your share of domestic disturbances, drug overdoses, petty theft, and violent street beefs to last several lifetimes, and the boredom of the encounters and the seeming uselessness of your day-to-day life grinds on you.

One day is just like any other. Some low-life tries to pay with a counterfeit 20 dollar bill, one that must not even be remotely passable if the owner bothered to call over it. You drive over and see your companions trying, and failing to get their man down and into custody. He’s a big guy, over six-feet, and a repeat offender, going as fast as to point a gun at a pregnant woman some years back. To you, he’s just another bum that needs to be processed and put back into jail in the typical turn-style way you’ve grown numb to.

You buddies are having some trouble, as the drugged up man is resisting arrest and your fellow officers are trying to create a peaceful conclusion to the encounter that involves putting him in custody. The man keeps shouting “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe” even as they completely let up on the man. Derek, being a man of action, subdues the man in appropriate fashion, and unfortunately at the same time the felon dies of a drug overdose.

All of you know what happens next, the riots, the chaos, the vicious hatred of everything white that subdued even people who prided themselves on being “based”. The Summer of Love saw rioters burning and pillaging as the police arrested citizens with the gall to protect themselves. The police, for a while, had Derek’s back, but they also fell to the intimidation of the mob and Deep State. They arrested Derek. When they got the call from Washington, a few resigned, and the new fills decided to just obey orders.

At this point you might expect a simple beat cop to buckle. Nearly every time we see this, we watch as the target of the mob’s rage writes a pathetic, self destructive, groveling apology in the hopes of a forgiveness that will never come. Instead, he kept his silence. During the trial, he showed a stoic resolve in a situation that would make Marcus Aurelius heel the heat, and remained composed, even after more than half the country wanted to celebrate his death. He witnessed a sham of a trial, the verdict already known, and heard the verdict that ensured a long, if not permanent, stint in jail.

Now, surely, this man will break. Now he will beg for mercy from the judge, signing a confession to whatever nonsense they put in front of him in the hopes of a more lenient sentence. This is how the system is supposed to work, and how it garners legitimacy. So what did this simple beat cop do? He proclaimed his innocence, yet again, against the deranged lunatics outside, against the corrupt courts that dispelled reason long ago. He may be a prisoner, but he was still a man, and acted like one.

Suddenly, after more than a year in prison, things start looking up. Data gets leaked about egregious intimidation, rumors of corruption come to light, and new data about just how much fentanyl Floyd had in his system. With the new facts, the online sphere finds the bravery to fight for Chauvin’s freedom, a critical mass of people watching the scales fall from their eyes, and realize what happened.

Chauvin, being a man whi never gives up, tries to go all the way to the Supreme Court to hear his case. Even in the case’s dismissal, the ball that started rolling seemed unstoppable, as the untouchables in the Floyd summer of Love suddenly found themselves on the defensive, and one could feel the subdued sense of embarrassment about the whole affair. No longer could you hear the laughter and sick gloating over the man they put in prison, but subdued comment, here and there, and the wish to just move on. As the NGO money stopped and grift dry, the enemy lost its resolve.

Someone had to do something, and fast. An FBI informant with the name John Turscak was up to the task. He found a way to create a makeshift knife, and found himself in the prison library with Chauvin, who rumor has it was researching how to win his own acquittal. The FBI lackey and proceeded to stab him 22 times. One might think this is the end of the story, that Public Enemy No. 1 of the elite class came too close to winning his freedom and becoming a propaganda embarrassment, and had to be taken out. for a normal man this would be true, but not Chauvin.

He Fucking Survived.

It’s anyone’s guess what the next chapter of the story will be. He may get killed by some other willing agent in the prison system in service of our shadow government. He may finally get his freedom as he is quietly released to avoid any more information coming to light. He may do the rest of his sentence, coming out a much older man but able to live a few years of freedom. Regardless of the outcome, this man has shown himself to be everything the dissident sphere aspires to be. Relentless, poised, and determined, he has gone beyond himself to become a force of nature, what was once seen as a demon turning into a ruthless angel of light, galvanizing a limp and disorganized right into a symbol of perseverance, his determination to never give up and interior toughness an inspiration to us all.

It’s not hyperbole to say that he is a Hero in every sense of the word. It’s not being dramatic to say he deserves statues in his honor, roads named after him, schools with his names etched on the brick. He is an ordinary man put in extraordinary circumstances, fighting for both his life and his dignity against a system that has crushed men we thought far tougher.

Someday, if we can show the same grit and determination of that unknown beat cop, we can take the day off to celebrate Derek Chauvin Day.