There is at least a slight possibility that Philadelphia Inquirer columnist Helen Ubiñas isn’t a totally Kool Aid drinking #woke progressive, as her Monday morning column told a very uncomfortable truth.

After a Philadelphia mother lost her son to gun violence, she blamed one person

This mother’s personal journey is part of the layered, complicated story of gun violence in our beleaguered city.

by Helen Ubiñas | Monday, June 5, 2023 | 6:01 AM EDT

Helen Ubiñas

Andrea Robinson is brutally honest about the person responsible for helping lead her son to the streets that eventually cost him his life: her.

When Robinson’s son, Jermaine, was gunned down in April 2021 at age 29, it was the bleak culmination of a life lived on the edge.

He got kicked out of school for assaulting a teacher. He stole his grandmother’s gun. He lied incessantly — moments all, Robinson recognizes now, that essentially followed in her footsteps.

“I planted all the seeds,” she said.

Further down:

Robinson grew up with her mom and older sister in North Philadelphia. She regularly attended school and church. But when she got pregnant with Jermaine at 15, she fell away from both and into a life in the streets with the father of her two oldest children.

Yup, 15-year-old, being reared by a single mother, becomes a single, underaged mother, and a high school dropout, herself. What could possibly go wrong?

She drove around in “johnnies” — stolen cars. She wore clothes and jewelry that had been shoplifted. All the while, she told her children, “Do as I say, not as I do.” Her life was a messy tangle of contradictions.

In other words, she became a criminal herself, and, surprisingly enough, her children followed the example she set.

His friends insist her son’s nickname — “Shooter” — referred to his rapping talents. But Robinson said she knows better, just as she knows that she must answer for her part in her son’s choices.

Miss Robinson is answering for her part in her son’s crimes by trying to tell her tale to others in North Philly, to try to get them to avoid the mistakes she made. And she’s answering for her part in her son’s crimes by having to live on while he’s stone-cold graveyard dead.

Then came the paragraph for District Attorney Larry Krasner:

After the age of 11, the longest Jermaine stayed out of the criminal justice system was the two years before his death. But he never served much time for drug and gun charges. After Jermaine could no longer convince his mother to believe his lies, he exploited a legal system that Robinson said often just “slapped him on the wrist.”

That’s darkly humorous: Mr Robinson was killed in April of 2021, so the two years before his death were while Mr Krasner and his social justice brand of prosecution infested the City of Brotherly Love, but if Mr Robinson received nothing but slaps on the wrist for his past crimes, those would have been primarily under District Attorneys Lynne Abraham Ford (in office 1991 through 2009) and Seth Williams (in office 2010 through mid 2017). Neither Mrs Ford, 82, nor Mr Williams, a now convicted felon, will ever be a prosecutor again, but perhaps, somehow, some way, Mr Krasner might be able to get it through his thick skull that cutting Mr Robinson didn’t, in the end, do him any favors. A guy with the street name ‘Shooter’ was shot himself, sent to his eternal reward by some other street punk.

Of course, Miss Ubiñas had to make sure we didn’t draw any politically incorrect conclusions from her story:

Whenever I write about gun violence, there are always those who insist on putting the blame on victims or the victims’ families. They trot out the myth of Black-on-Black criminality, despite white people committing crimes against other white people at about the same rate that Black people do against other Black people. The reality is that the vast majority of most crimes are committed by a person of the same race as the victim.

Bovine feces. Through June 1^st in Philadelphia, there have been a total of 150 fatal and 600 non-fatal shootings in the city. Of those, 107 of the victims killed were black males, 71.33%, and 407 of the wounded but surviving victims, 67.83%, were black males. For white males, there were 6 killed, 4.00% of the total, and 20 wounded, 3.33%.

According to the Census Bureau, only 40.8% of the city’s population are black, while 38.5% are while. If “white people committing crimes against other white people at about the same rate that black people do against other black people,” shouldn’t we see the numbers of shootings by race being close to equal?

The St Louis Metropolitan Police Department is one of the few which breaks down the homicide statistics by race on a daily basis, something which would undoubtedly horrify Miss Ubiñas and her colleagues at the Inquirer, and in a city in which white residents outnumber blacks, 49.1% to 44.3%, 63 out of 72 murder victims, 97.5% were black, and 48 out of 51 identified murder suspects, 94.12%, are black.

Yeah, I know: math is racist!

Simply put, Miss Ubiñas was willing to tell the truth about Mr Robinson’s criminal life, and the responsibility that his mother took for rearing a very bad guy, but the Robinsons being black made her jump back and tell a big, fat, well-known, and obvious lie, because, horrors!, telling the truth alone would violate the newspaper’s mission to be an “anti-racist news organization.” That lying about the facts due to race might be racist in itself would just never occur to anyone in the Inky’s newsroom.

Could things like that have anything to do with the newspaper’s cratering circulation?

Maybe the newspaper could do something really radical like just tell the truth?