The Unsolved Murder of a Seventeen-Year-Old Nigger and ‘Aspiring Architect’

The Unsolved Murder of a Seventeen-Year-Old Nigger and ‘Aspiring Architect’

Sometimes I find the media unpalatable to even my strong stomach; a recent piece by Jamie Phillips for ‘MyLondon’ on the unsolved murder of a seventeen-year-old nigger named Rhyheim Barton in the London Borough of Southwark.

He writes how:

‘Rhyheim Barton was gunned down in the street as he played football with his friends in South London.

The 17-year-old rapper was the victim of a drive-by shooting on the corner of John Ruskin Street and Camberwell New Road in Southwark on May 5, 2018.

Paramedics from London Ambulance Service and an air ambulance crew attended the scene at around 6pm, but the teen was pronounced dead around an hour later.

Rhyheim, had aspirations to become an architect, had only returned to the country from Jamaica in February and had been “trying to make a             difference” by learning to work with children before his murder.’

Now what Phillips fails to mention is that Barton was an active member of the south London gang ‘Moscow17’, was originally from Jamaica and had also been openly taunting rival gang members online a month before he was shot. He also suppresses the fact that Rhyheim had been excluded (a politically correct euphemism for expelled) from at least four schools starting from the precocious age of eight.

Yet all we hear about was how he was ‘turning his life around’, was a ‘talented rapper’ (aren’t they all?) and now his mother has been warbling about he was supposedly an ‘aspiring architect’ but also was ‘learning how to work with kids’. The reality of course is that outside of the weird belief that niggers have that every nigger is a big-brained supernigger just about to start building Wakanda if only they could ‘have a chance’.

Barton was a member of a nigger street gang, involved in gang warfare and had been a little shit since at least the age of eight so it was hardly unlikely that he was going to get shot at some point. He was also not ‘on the path’ to some kind of amazing virtuous future but rather was on one of his typical ‘I am going to turn my life around’ kicks that would almost certainly have failed like all the dozens of other times before.