Black on White Hate Crime in Georgia
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Mark Bixler Staff
Monday, August 9, 1999
They were two teenage buddies going to a pet store to pick up a dog.
An hour later, one lay dead in the woods of Bartow County, about 40
miles from his Dunwoody home. The other was running for his life with a
bullet in his arm.
Now, a year and two months later, a trial is about to revive the
horrors of a crime that sent shivers down the spine of metro Atlanta.
The first of four defendants charged with killing Louis G. Nava, 16,
and wounding Dakarai Sloley, then 17, goes to court today as his
lawyers and prosecutors start to pick a jury. Testimony in the death
penalty case may begin in about a week.
A judge imposed a gag order Jan. 25 forbidding defendants, attorneys
and witnesses from talking publicly about the case. But investigators
who interviewed Sloley and one of the defendants, Riorechos "Rico"
Wilson, have filed hundreds of documents at the Bartow County
courthouse.
Those records paint a chilling portrait of what investigators say
happened when two suburban high school students crossed paths with four
young men from Cartersville with robbery on their minds. They also show
--- though it apparently didn't matter in the end --- the abductors
made note of the fact that Sloley, like them, is black, and Nava was
white.
"Dakarai stated that during the trip from Dunwoody to Bartow County,
the subject driving stated 'We're not going to kill you --- you're a
brother. But we don't know about your white friend,' " an investigator
wrote. "Dakarai stated he felt like they shot his best friend, Louis
Nava, because he was white."
Investigators charged four men with murder, carjacking and aggravated
battery --- brothers Cicero Santana Perkinson, 18, Eric Perkinson, 20,
and Walter Jerome Perkinson, 30; and Wilson, 20. Each could go to the
electric chair if convicted in his separate trial.
Court papers say Sloley and Wilson identified the man who goes to court
today, Eric Perkinson, as the gunman --- and the source of the comment
about Sloley's "white friend."
Other documents recount how, according to his fellow inmates, Wilson
clipped newspaper articles about the case and one of the defendants
laughed when a television news program aired images of Nava's casket.
Confronted in parking lot
The dog was not ready.
It was about 6 p.m., Saturday, June 6, 1998, and Sloley and Nava, who
were best friends and classmates at Dunwoody High School, had gone to
the pet grooming store in a white 1995 BMW 318i that belonged to
Sloley's aunt. They parked in the lot at Mount Vernon Shopping Center
in Dunwoody and went into Atlanta Pet Supply and Grooming. Employees
still had work to do on Sloley's dog, Scotty.
Come back in 45 minutes, they said.
As the two walked back toward the BMW, two men got out of a green
Toyota Corolla and headed in the same direction. As Sloley and Nava
climbed in, two men slid into the backseat. One of them had a gun. They
took a few dollars from the teenagers. Then they told them to drive out
of the parking lot.
Sloley later told police he followed the Corolla onto Jett Ferry and
Mount Vernon roads. He passed a grocery store before turning left onto
Tilly Mill Road. The cars then drove past a gated subdivision and a row
of one-story houses. A mile and a half from the pet-supply store, the
cars turned right onto North Peachtree Road then left into the parking
lot of St. Barnabas Anglican Church.
Sloley told investigators one of the carjackers made Nava get out of
the car.
"If you run, we're going to shoot you," they told him.
They forced Nava into the trunk of the BMW. Then one of them took the
wheel of the BMW. Sloley was in the passenger seatk. One of the
suspects followed in the BMW as the Corolla pulled onto North Peachtree
Road and merged after 2 1/2 miles onto I-285.
Nava, in the trunk, would not have seen the signs pointing the way to
Birmingham and Chattanooga, but he probably would have heard the cars
and trucks roaring west on the five-lane interstate.
No one ever will know whether he heard one of the carjackers talking
with Sloley.
"I started asking the black kid about his personal life, his family,
his girlfriends and did he have any kids," Wilson said in a handwritten
statement to detectives. "He was like, no kids. He had a girlfriend and
he said it was his auntie's and uncle's car and if we wanted it we
could have it. 'Just don't kill us,' is what the black dude said. I
said, 'I'm not. We're going to let you out, but it's gonna be somewhere
far away from here . . ."
GBI Agent J.R. Garmon, who interviewed Wilson, wrote in a report:
"Wilson stated that he did tell the young black male that they were
going to let them go and everything was going to be alright, that he
was a brother, but that Eric Perkinson then commented, 'We don't know
about your white friend.' "
Sloley remembered one of the carjackers smoked Black-and-Mild cigars.
He said both of the carjackers laughed.
Twelve miles into the ride, the cars crossed the bridge that carries
I-285 over the Chattahoochee River. Then both veered to the right to go
north on I-75. They passed billboards for gasoline stations,
restaurants and hotels before the suburban landscape gave way to rural
scenes.
The northbound interstate narrowed to three lanes. Grass and kudzu
graced a wide median. The billboards vanished.
Thirty-five miles into the ride, they crossed a bridge over Lake
Allatoona.
"Dakarai stated as they passed Allatoona Lake he started getting scared
and thought they were going to kill him and throw him in the lake,"
Garmon wrote.
Sloley said the cars left the interstate and traveled two-lane roads
into the countryside. They crested a hill and turned right onto Paga
Mine Road. Then they turned onto a dirt road, drove a little farther
and stopped.
Shots in the woods
Sloley told investigators one of the carjackers got Nava out of the
trunk.
"He said, 'Take your shirt off and take your shoes off,' " Sloley said
in a June 1998 statement. "Louis was like 'Why?' and he was like 'Man,
just do it. Take your shirt off and take your shoes off.' So Louis did
it."
The man told Nava to walk.
"And he had the gun pointed to his head. I wasn't really thinking, you
know, what was going on 'cause I really didn't think they were going to
kill us, you know. So I thought he was just going to take him in the
woods and let him go, I guess. And then he was bending down, like, to
get under a branch or something . . ."
Nava had been shot in the head. Sloley said the assailant fired at Nava
two or three more times.
"I started to realize right there --- 'This is it. This is the end
right here.' And I was thinking, you know, what should I do? Should I
take the chance of running or should I just follow what they tell me to
do . . . He was, like, he came to the car, he put the gun to my head
'cause the window was down. He was like, 'All right, man. Get out of
the car. It's your turn,' " Sloley said.
"And I said 'No.' I was, like, 'No,' you know, 'cause I was scared. I
was, like, 'No.' And he was like 'Yeah, man. Hurry up. I'm in a hurry.
I've got to go. Hurry up. Get out (of) the car.' Uh, I got out (of) the
car and then he walked. He had one hand on my back and one with the
gun to my head . . ."
Sloley ran. He heard gunshots and felt a pain in his left arm.
"I thought they were chasing me," he said in the statement. "I squatted
down by a tree and looked at my arm. I saw that it was injured and I
couldn't move it . . . I ran into some more woods. I came to a lake. I
couldn't go any farther. My arm kept falling. I was trying to hold it.
"I ran through woods, ducked through grass and jumped a barbed-wire
fence. I eventually came to a road and saw a Domino's delivery vehicle.
I flagged him down. He stopped."
The deliveryman told Sloley to wait while he drove to a nearby house to
summon help. Sheriff's deputies and paramedics arrived in minutes.
Suspects jailed within days
The detectives said Sloley helped crack the case.
Sloley remembered part of the Corolla's license-tag number, and the
detectives at the Bartow County Sheriff's Department asked their
counterparts across Georgia to look for the car. Nine hours after the
carjacking, Rome police Officer Ken Overby saw the Corolla in a motel
parking lot. Then, after sunrise, Rome Officer Hank Jackson spotted the
BMW between a house and some hedges on a dead-end street.
Police, investigating, said they detained Wilson at the house after he
gave them a fake name.
Wilson told investigators that the crime "wasn't supposed to happen
like it happened, that it was his understanding that they were only
going to take the car and carry it to a chop shop," a garage where
criminals dismantle cars to sell the parts, a police report said.
Another suspect later told investigators the BMW was taken to settle a
$1,000 drug debt.
Investigators jailed four suspects within days. They had dealt with the
suspects before.
The oldest Perkinson brother, Walter Jerome, had convictions for drug
offenses and violating terms of probation. He had served a year and
four months in prison. His brother, Eric, known as "Baby Perk," first
went to juvenile court at age 11 and returned repeatedly on charges
ranging from theft to aggravated assault. He had spent time in boot
camp after convictions for taking a gun to school and violating the
terms of his probation. Cicero Santana Perkinson had a record of theft,
violence and drug use that began when he was 12.
At the time of the carjacking, the authorities had been looking for
Wilson for a week. They had an arrest warrant accusing him of violating
his probation on drug charges.
Each of the defendants has pleaded not guilty to murder, aggravated
battery, aggravated assault, false imprisonment, motor-vehicle theft
and illegal possession of a firearm. They also face charges in DeKalb
County, where the carjacking began, of armed robbery, hijacking a motor
vehicle and kidnapping with bodily injury.
Eric Perkinson's attorney said in court papers that he may raise the
issue of mental retardation in his client's defense, but he declined to
discuss the subject last week because of the gag order. In a hearing on
Friday, Superior Court Judge Jefferson Davis restricted the media's use
of cameras during the trial. He cited worries about possible problems
seating jurors in the trials of the other defendants.
The Perkinsons' mother, Rochelle Perkinson, said last year authorities
targeted her sons because they are black.
"I know they didn't do anything like this," she said. "I know they got
the wrong people."
But court records say Sloley positively identified a photograph of Eric
Perkinson as the man who shot him. And a report by DeKalb County police
Lt. P.L. Pendergrass says that "Wilson's statement implicated all of
the Perkinson brothers, and his accounting of the incident was very
similar to Mr. Sloley's. Wilson identified Eric Perkinson as the one
who shot both Louis Nava and Dakarai Sloley."
Nava was killed eight days before his 17th birthday. His wrestling
coach, Reggie Perry, described him as "energetic," "honest" and
"loyal." Perry said Nava was a boy who "saw no racial or cultural
differences between people." As friends and relatives mourned Nava and
tried to help Sloley, the four men charged in the carjacking were in
separate jails.
An inmate who spent time with Wilson, Anthony Prather, told
investigators Wilson "was making it appear to be a joke and making it
seem racial." He quoted Wilson as saying: "That cracker's dead. I got
mine. I'm in for takin' a life, man."
Another inmate, Brandon Ensley, said in a statement that Wilson "had a
collection of newspaper clippings with his picture and the picture of
the others and articles in regards to the death of Louis Nava and the
shooting of Dakarai Sloley. Ensley stated Wilson seemed to be proud . .
."
Some nights, Ensley told detectives, Wilson thought about his future.
"He talks about 'Man, what am I going to do if I get off this damn
death penalty here? It's going to keep me locked up the best years of
my life. I ain't but 20 years old.' "
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don't befriend a nigger, never give a nigger an even break.
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>> Another inmate, Brandon Ensley, said in a statement that Wilson "had a
>> collection of newspaper clippings with his picture and the picture of the
>> others and articles in regards to the death of Louis Nava and the
>> shooting of Dakarai Sloley. Ensley stated Wilson seemed to be proud . .
>> ."
>>
>> Some nights, Ensley told detectives, Wilson thought about his future.
>>
>> "He talks about 'Man, what am I going to do if I get off this damn death
>> penalty here? It's going to keep me locked up the best years of my life.
>> I ain't but 20 years old.' "
>>
>> http://www.accessatlanta.com/partners/ajc/epaper/editions/today/news_1.html
>>
>> TNB, what can I say....what do I always say.. NEVER trust a nigger, don't
>> befriend a nigger, never give a nigger an even break.
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The Talk: Nonblack Version
by John Derbyshire
There is much talk about “the talk.”
“Sean O’Reilly was 16 when his mother gave him the talk that most black
parents give their teenage sons,” Denisa R. Superville of the Hackensack
(NJ) Record tells us. Meanwhile, down in Atlanta: “Her sons were 12 and 8
when Marlyn Tillman realized it was time for her to have the talk,” Gracie
Bonds Staples writes in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
Leonard Greene talks about the talk in the New York Post. Someone bylined as
KJ Dell’Antonia talks about the talk in The New York Times. Darryl Owens
talks about the talk in the Orlando Sentinel.
Yes, talk about the talk is all over.
There is a talk that nonblack Americans have with their kids, too. My own
kids, now 19 and 16, have had it in bits and pieces as subtopics have
arisen. If I were to assemble it into a single talk, it would look something
like the following.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
(1) Among your fellow citizens are forty million who identify as black, and
whom I shall refer to as black. The cumbersome (and MLK-noncompliant) term
“African-American” seems to be in decline, thank goodness. “Colored” and
“Negro” are archaisms. What you must call “the ‘N’ word” is used freely
among blacks but is taboo to nonblacks.
“There is a talk that nonblack Americans have with their kids, too.”
(2) American blacks are descended from West African populations, with some
white and aboriginal-American admixture. The overall average of non-African
admixture is 20-25 percent. The admixture distribution is nonlinear, though:
“It seems that around 10 percent of the African American population is more
than half European in ancestry.” (Same link.)
(3) Your own ancestry is mixed north-European and northeast-Asian, but
blacks will take you to be white.
(4) The default principle in everyday personal encounters is, that as a
fellow citizen, with the same rights and obligations as yourself, any
individual black is entitled to the same courtesies you would extend to a
nonblack citizen. That is basic good manners and good citizenship. In some
unusual circumstances, however—e.g., paragraph (10h) below—this default
principle should be overridden by considerations of personal safety.
(5) As with any population of such a size, there is great variation among
blacks in every human trait (except, obviously, the trait of identifying
oneself as black). They come fat, thin, tall, short, dumb, smart,
introverted, extroverted, honest, crooked, athletic, sedentary, fastidious,
sloppy, amiable, and obnoxious. There are black geniuses and black morons.
There are black saints and black psychopaths. In a population of forty
million, you will find almost any human type. Only at the far, far extremes
of certain traits are there absences. There are, for example, no black
Fields Medal winners. While this is civilizationally consequential, it will
not likely ever be important to you personally. Most people live and die
without ever meeting (or wishing to meet) a Fields Medal winner.
(6) As you go through life, however, you will experience an ever larger
number of encounters with black Americans. Assuming your encounters are
random—for example, not restricted only to black convicted murderers or to
black investment bankers—the Law of Large Numbers will inevitably kick in.
You will observe that the means—the averages—of many traits are very
different for black and white Americans, as has been confirmed by methodical
inquiries in the human sciences.
(7) Of most importance to your personal safety are the very different means
for antisocial behavior, which you will see reflected in, for instance,
school disciplinary measures, political corruption, and criminal
convictions.
(8) These differences are magnified by the hostility many blacks feel toward
whites. Thus, while black-on-black behavior is more antisocial in the
average than is white-on-white behavior, average black-on-white behavior is
a degree more antisocial yet.
(9) A small cohort of blacks—in my experience, around five percent—is
ferociously hostile to whites and will go to great lengths to inconvenience
or harm us. A much larger cohort of blacks—around half—will go along
passively if the five percent take leadership in some event. They will do
this out of racial solidarity, the natural willingness of most human beings
to be led, and a vague feeling that whites have it coming.
(10) Thus, while always attentive to the particular qualities of
individuals, on the many occasions where you have nothing to guide you but
knowledge of those mean differences, use statistical common sense:
(10a) Avoid concentrations of blacks not all known to you personally.
(10b) Stay out of heavily black neighborhoods.
(10c) If planning a trip to a beach or amusement park at some date, find out
whether it is likely to be swamped with blacks on that date (neglect of that
one got me the closest I have ever gotten to death by gunshot).
(10d) Do not attend events likely to draw a lot of blacks.
(10e) If you are at some public event at which the number of blacks suddenly
swells, leave as quickly as possible.
(10f) Do not settle in a district or municipality run by black politicians.
(10g) Before voting for a black politician, scrutinize his/her character
much more carefully than you would a white.
(10h) Do not act the Good Samaritan to blacks in apparent distress, e.g., on
the highway.
(10i) If accosted by a strange black in the street, smile and say something
polite but keep moving.
(11) The mean intelligence of blacks is much lower than for whites. The
least intelligent ten percent of whites have IQs below 81; forty percent of
blacks have IQs that low. Only one black in six is more intelligent than the
average white; five whites out of six are more intelligent than the average
black. These differences show in every test of general cognitive ability
that anyone, of any race or nationality, has yet been able to devise. They
are reflected in countless everyday situations. “Life is an IQ test.”
(12) There is a magnifying effect here, too, caused by affirmative action.
In a pure meritocracy there would be very low proportions of blacks in
cognitively demanding jobs. Because of affirmative action, the proportions
are higher. In government work, they are very high. Thus, in those
encounters with strangers that involve cognitive engagement, ceteris paribus
the black stranger will be less intelligent than the white. In such
encounters, therefore—for example, at a government office—you will, on
average, be dealt with more competently by a white than by a black. If that
hostility-based magnifying effect (paragraph 8) is also in play, you will be
dealt with more politely, too. “The DMV lady“ is a statistical truth, not a
myth.
(13) In that pool of forty million, there are nonetheless many intelligent
and well-socialized blacks. (I’ll use IWSB as an ad hoc abbreviation.) You
should consciously seek opportunities to make friends with IWSBs. In
addition to the ordinary pleasures of friendship, you will gain an amulet
against potentially career-destroying accusations of prejudice.
(14) Be aware, however, that there is an issue of supply and demand here.
Demand comes from organizations and businesses keen to display racial
propriety by employing IWSBs, especially in positions at the interface with
the general public—corporate sales reps, TV news presenters, press officers
for government agencies, etc.—with corresponding depletion in less visible
positions. There is also strong private demand from middle- and upper-class
whites for personal bonds with IWSBs, for reasons given in the previous
paragraph and also (next paragraph) as status markers.
(15) Unfortunately the demand is greater than the supply, so IWSBs are
something of a luxury good, like antique furniture or corporate jets:
boasted of by upper-class whites and wealthy organizations, coveted by the
less prosperous. To be an IWSB in present-day US society is a height of
felicity rarely before attained by any group of human beings in history. Try
to curb your envy: it will be taken as prejudice (see paragraph 13).
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
You don’t have to follow my version of the talk point for point; but if you
are white or Asian and have kids, you owe it to them to give them some
version of the talk. It will save them a lot of time and trouble spent
figuring things out for themselves. It may save their lives.