Selective Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy, thy name is Sharpton.

And Barron.

Jackson, too.

There they were this week, the Ubiquitous Three, comforting the grieving family of Sean Bell - a black man shot dead in Queens by police - for at least as long as the TV cameras lingered.

What a contrast to the scene in Brooklyn Federal Court, where one Ronell Wilson is on trial in the 2003 murders of NYPD Detectives James Nemorin and Rodney Andrews.

No Al Sharpton there.

No Charles Barron.

No Jesse Jackson.

The two detectives had been working undercover to break up a gun-running gang operating out of a Staten Island housing project. Then a gun-buy went disastrously bad, their cover blown - and they were shot dead on the spot.

Nemorin and Andrews, as it happened, were black.

They died heroes in an effort to keep illegal guns out of a virtually all-black Staten Island housing project.

That is to say, to save black lives.

Nemorin left a wife and three children.

Andrews, a wife and two kids.

Their families grieved no less than the survivors of Sean Bell.

But without Sharpton.

Without Barron.

Without Jackson.

No visit paid.

Not a word of condolence.

Nor has any of the three attended the Wilson trial.

This is not surprising, for two reasons:

* To do so would show a modicum of derivative respect for the NYPD.

* And there are no media cameras in that particular courtroom.

So what would be the point?

Sharpton and Barron and Jackson care only about certain dead black people.

They care only about tragedies that present opportunities to sow rancor, and to advance their personal agendas.


This is not news, of course, but it is worth pointing out that the fatherless children of hero cops need a hug, too.

Not that Sharpton or Barron or Jackson gives a damn.