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Since the latest Fox News talking head (conveniently colorless) keeps telling me racism doesn’t exist anymore.

Guess it’s just a big ol’ fat coincidence.

New Jersey’s largest police department will be placed under federal oversight for repeatedly violating residents’ civil rights, using excessive force and failing to discipline officers for a wide range of misconduct, the Justice Department announced Tuesday.

The Newark Police Department, a 1,000-member force that patrols one of the most violent cities in the Northeast, will be subject to court-ordered reform, a move that comes after a three-year investigation into rampant misconduct in the agency, according to the Justice Department and court documents.

But it was exceedingly rare…if you consider three-fourths of all pedestrian stops being unconstitutional being rare.

But where’s the racism?

Oh, here:

According to census data, blacks make up 54% of the city’s population. But 79% of those arrested by Newark police and 85% of those stopped identify as black, the report found.

All just a coincidence, I’m sure.

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Oops, sorry, that's the biography of Verne Gagne with a touch of Mustafa Kemal.

I'm just an average moron who in reality is a practicing civil rights and employment attorney in fly-over country .