Chiwetel Ejiofor

Last week in London, a black thug was sentenced to four and a half years—he will likely serve only two—for killing a mentally ill white man with one punch. The judge said the man’s intent was not to kill him. I beg to differ. Winding up and throwing a punch at someone who was not looking is called murder in my book. Boxers throw short punches because if they wind up and throw it, it will not land. It’s called telegraphing. The thug in question wound up and sucker-punched a man half his size. It would have been a miracle if the man had lived. The thug deserved ten years minimum. Just think what a white thug would have received had he cold cocked a small black man suffering from Asperger’s Syndrome. It would be called a hate crime, and no judge would dare call it less than second-degree murder.

Speaking of judges, I received some emails concerning my column of two weeks ago in which I derided a British judge for sentencing Eddie Somerset to two years for hitting his wife Caroline. What I got wrong was that Caroline Somerset did not go to the fuzz; the hospital where she was treated did. Blame it on me, but the sentence’s severity is still outrageous, especially when compared to what thugs and people who are trying to murder us for not being Muslims get nowadays.

And now for my first fight with my fiancée Debbie Ross. She did not like the film The Book Thief. She thought it too photogenic. I thought it the best film of the year by far. Sophie Nélisse is the proto-German little girl with the most innocent yet puzzled blue eyes ever. The trouble with critics nowadays is they get all their knowledge about life under German occupation from Hollywood. I knew it firsthand for three years. Most German officers acted impeccably, as did simple soldiers. We all know what the bad guys did, but the great majority were civilized and acted within the rules. The Hollywood version is that every man wearing a German uniform was a brute, a barbarian, and a killer. I say the opposite. My experience is that the brutes and torturers and killers were a minority of special Gestapo and SS men who defied the mores of a nation that produced Goethe, Schiller, Bach, and Beethoven. The Red Army raped close to three million German women, but you never hear about that in Hollywood movies, much less ones that win Best Picture. Go see The Book Thief.