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“Mainstream legacy media often does not report on crimes committed by white individuals. When they are forced to do so, they avoid using pictures. If they do include pictures, they often choose ones that make the perpetrator look saintly. They also change their wording. The reason for this is that, in the future, when you refer back or search for information, it will appear that only black people are violent and commit crimes, as their pictures are more prevalent online. This skews statistics, leading to the false conclusion that black people are bad and white people are good. The problem is that crime has no color.”

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