Maybe we should just skip to the end.
Is that sacrilege? Is it too cynical by half? After all, this is the part where we’re supposed to be waiting for answers and pretending to believe justice might be done.
But if you’ve seen a movie a hundred times, it is difficult not to mouth the dialogue ahead of time. Similarly, it is pretty hard not to have a strong sense of where this latest police shooting of an unarmed black man is, barring the unexpected, likely heading.
The district attorney will decline to seek an indictment.
Or the grand jury will refuse to hand one down.
Or the case will go to trial and a jury will purport to sift through the evidence, and then return an acquittal.
And the family of Stephon Clark, killed in a volley of 20 gunshots by two Sacramento police officers while standing in his own backyard armed with nothing more menacing than a smartphone, will be asked to stand before a microphone, put aside their grief and betrayal and save the city’s collective backside.