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Recently, a mentally ill man committed a terrible crime in New York City. So I ask you: Why isn’t Black Lives Matter protesting jerks like that?

Peggy Noonan, an antique silk shawl soaking up a puddle of spilled gin, writes today of the July 5 murder of NYPD officer Miosotis Familia, who was randomly shot and killed while sitting in her police vehicle in the Bronx. Her killer was an “emotionally disturbed” man with multiple prescription medications for mental illness who had sought psychological treatment at a hospital earlier the same week.

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At Familia’s funeral, NYPD Commissioner James O’Neill said, “where were the demonstrations for this single mom who cared for her elderly mother and her own three children?” Hark—Peggy Noonan spots a chance to make a profound point.

She was on the midnight shift in the Bronx on Wednesday, July 5. Her killer, 34-year-old Alexander Bonds, was a lowlife and prison parolee with untreated mental illness. He posted threatening anticop rants on Facebook. The night of the murder he walked up to her police vehicle and fired once through the window, shooting Officer Familia in the head. Police shot him dead soon after...

Unnamed but a clear focus of Mr. O’Neill’s remarks was the radicalism and rage of the Black Lives Matter movement, coupled with a national media too often willing to paint the police, in any given incident, as guilty until proven innocent. This sets a mood that both excites and inspires the unsteady and unstable...

It should be a major, sustained national story when cops are killed for being cops. Yet each incident never gels into a theme. The media caravan moves on.

So America, here are your marching orders, from General Peggy Noonan:

  1. Go forth and hold demonstrations against mentally ill “lowlifes,” as well as...
  2. Against the “radicalism” of Black Lives Matter, a movement which has...
  3. Made violence by—and against—police a sustained national story, and also...
  4. Why won’t the media cover police violence?

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