Afterwards, of course, there were endless discussions about the shooting of the elephant. The owner was furious, but he was only an Indian and could do nothing. Besides, legally I had done the right thing, for a mad elephant has to be killed, like a mad dog, if its owner fails to control it. Among the Europeans opinion was divided. The older men said I was right, the younger men said it was a damn shame to shoot an elephant for killing a coolie, because an elephant was worth more than any damn Coringhee coolie. And afterwards I was very glad that the coolie had been killed; it put me legally in the right and it gave me a sufficient pretext for shooting the elephant. I often wondered whether any of the others grasped that I had done it solely to avoid looking a fool.
Some observers, such as University of Florida law professor and defense attorney Michelle Jacobs[72] and Columbia University law professor Patricia Williams,[73] said that the police failed to fully investigate the shooting when they did not test Zimmerman for drugs or alcohol intoxication. However, Miami, Florida police experts told the Miami Herald that homicide suspects are not typically tested for drugs or alcohol unless the suspect has been accused of having been driving while intoxicated.[74]
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Fox News Channel host Geraldo Rivera claimed that Martin's "gangsta style clothing" was "as much responsible for Trayvon Martin's death as George Zimmerman was".[258][259] Rivera was quoted saying, "I am urging the parents of black and Latino youngsters particularly to not let their children go out wearing hoodies."[258] Faced with outrage over his statements, Rivera apologized, saying that he had "obscured the main point that someone shot and killed an unarmed teenager".[260]When a 7-Eleven surveillance video showing Martin making a purchase on the night of the shooting was released two months later, however, Rivera referred to the clothes he had been wearing as "thug wear". His comments were criticized by the Martin family attorney, Benjamin Crump, who compared them to people blaming rape victims for wearing short skirts.[259]
The initial police report on the shooting described Zimmerman as white.[317][318] Early news media reports which mentioned Zimmerman's race also referred to him as white.[319][320][321][322] Although Zimmerman had personally identified as Hispanic on his voting records and driver's license,[323] this information was not revealed to the public in early media reports, when Zimmerman had gone into hiding and no one was speaking to the media on his behalf.[324][325] That changed when Zimmerman's father delivered a statement to the Orlando Sentinel calling Zimmerman "a Spanish speaking minority."[324] Several media outlets, such as CNN and The New York Times, subsequently began describing Zimmerman as a "white Hispanic" in their reports on the case, prompting discussion, and some criticism, of the choice of that term.[326][327] Conservative commentators, including Rush Limbaugh and Bernard Goldberg, accused the media of misrepresenting Zimmerman's race to fit a political narrative of a racially motivated killing.[328] Goldberg opined that "if George Zimmerman did something good ... they wouldn't refer to him as white Hispanic, he'd just be Hispanic."[328] Other commentators remarked on the difficulty of deciding how best to describe Zimmerman's race in media reports intended for audiences largely unfamiliar with the complexity of Hispanic identity in contemporary America.[323][329] Michael Getler, the ombudsman for PBS, said that after reviewing viewers' criticism of the PBS NewsHour's having called Zimmerman "white" in an April 2012 broadcast, the NewsHour staff suggested that it might be best in future reports to simply show an image of Zimmerman and not try to describe him.[330]
Memphis Police Director Cerelyn "CJ" Davis said four people were killed and three others were wounded in seven shootings and at least two carjackings before Ezekiel Kelly was arrested without incident at around 9 p.m.
Police did not discuss a motive or release the identities of those who were killed or wounded. It was too early in the investigation to discuss how the suspect got the gun or guns used in the shootings, said Ali Roberts, acting assistant special agent in charge for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives in Memphis.
Memphis has been shaken by several high-profile killings in recent weeks, including the shooting of a pastor during a daylight carjacking in her driveway, the shooting of an activist during an argument over money, and the slaying of a jogger abducted during her pre-dawn run.
The film was rewritten with five different storyline playouts, end twists, styles and concepts. The first rewrite entailing the possibility of a human killer avenging the tragic suicide of Laura Barns (putting in a more striking similarity with similar horror movie The Den (2013)), the second as leaked online had the idea of manipulation horror set by one or more of the six teenagers who play out as our main characters, the third having a more concentrated ghost (or ghosts) in the machine concept eliminating the larger stretch of Laura's affect on the environment of the victims, the fourth rewrite overseeing the viral video of Laura Barns being one that depicts a date rape incident by Adam and Mitch. The final being the completed story of Laura Barns becoming roofied by Adam as a practical joke resulting in Laura drunk passing out, excreting herself and leaking menstrual blood, being viral video and Snapchat humiliated along with cyberbullied on Facebook, MSN and Instagram leading to her suicide, surfacing as a vengeful spirit on the anniversary of her death in 2014 and killing off the six teenagers responsible one by one following the reveal of their darkest and deepest secrets. The original four drafts of Unfriended's plot whilst under the working title of Cybernatural and Offline also oversaw an irrelevant date for Laura Barns' vengeance and Laura not Facebook, Skype, Instagram and Twitter exposing the characters for their responsibility in her suicide.
Immediately after breakfast camp was struck,and accompanied by a few of the Wa Kamba, westarted off for the N'dungu Escarpment -- afrowning ridge which runs for a great distance parallelto the Sabaki, some three or four miles fromits northern bank. We had not gone very farbefore I caught sight of a fine waterbuck andsuccessfully bowled him over -- a good omen forthe day, which put us all in excellent spirits.Mabruki cut off several strips of the tough meatand impaled them on a sharp stick to dry in thesun as he went along. I warned him that he hadbetter be careful that a lion did not scent themeat, as if it did it would be sure to follow up andkill him. Of course I did not mean this seriously;but Mabruki was a great glutton, and by nomeans courageous, so I wanted to frighten him.
As we trudged along towards the hill, I heard apeculiar noise behind a small rising on our right,and on looking over the crest, I was delightedto see two beautiful giraffe feeding peacefully alittle distance away and straining their long necksto get at the tops of some mimosa-like trees, whilea young one was lying down in the grass quiteclose to me. For some time I remainedconcealed, watching the full-grown pair with greatinterest: they had evidently just come up fromthe river, and were slowly making their way backto their home on the escarpment. They seemedon the most affectionate terms, occasionallyentwining their great long necks and gentlybiting each other on the shoulders. Much as Ishould have liked to have added a giraffe tomy collection of trophies, I left them undisturbed,as I think it a pity to shoot these rather rare andvery harmless creatures, unless one is required fora special purpose.
After a two hours' journey from the river we satpanting on the summit after our scramble andsurveyed the valley of the Tsavo, which layspread out like a map about five hundred feetbelow us. Our home tents, the bridge, TsavoStation and other buildings were plainly visible,and the railway itself, like a shining snake, couldbe seen for many miles winding its way throughthe parched wilderness. Having taken a fewphotographs of the scene, we turned and struckthrough the N'dungu Plateau. Here I foundthe same kind of nyika as that round Tsavo, theonly difference being that there were more greentrees about. The country, moreover, wassomewhat more open, and was intersected by hundredsof broad and well-beaten animal paths, alongwhich we could walk upright in comfort. I wasleading the way, followed closely by Mahina andMabruki, when suddenly we almost walked upona lion which was lying down at the side ofthe path and which had probably been asleep.It gave a fierce growl and at once bounded offthrough the bush; but to Mabruki -- whodoubtless recalled then the warning I had given himin fun earlier in the day -- the incident appearedso alarming that he flung down his stick-load ofmeat and fled for his life, much to theamusement of the others, even the usually silent WaKamba joining in the general laughter as theyscrambled for the discarded meat. We sawnothing more of the lion, though a few stepsfurther on brought us to the remains of a zebrawhich he had recently killed and feasted on;but after this Mabruki kept carefully in therear. Curiously enough, only a short while laterwe had an exactly similar adventure with arhino, as owing to the tortuous nature of thepath, we walked right into it before we wereaware. Like the lion, however, it was morefrightened than we, and charged away from usthrough the jungle.
By this time we were all beginning to feelvery tired, and the bhisti's stock of water wasrunning low. I therefore climbed the highesttree I could find in order to have a good lookround, but absolutely nothing could I see in anydirection but the same flat thorny wilderness,interspersed here and there with a few greentrees; not a landmark of any sort or kindas far as the eye could reach; a most hopeless,terrible place should one be lost in it, with certaindeath either by thirst or by savage beasts staringone in the face. Clearly, then, the only thingto do was to return to the river; and in order toaccomplish this before dark it was necessary thatno time should be lost. But we had been windingin and out so much through the animal paths thatit was no easy matter to say in which direction theSabaki lay. First I consulted my Wa Kambafollowers as to the route back, they simply shooktheir heads. Then I asked Mahina, who pointedout a direction exactly opposite to that which Ifelt confident was the right one. Mabruki, ofcourse, knew nothing, but volunteered the helpfuland cheering information that we were lostand would all be killed by lions. In thesecircumstances, I confirmed my own idea as toour way by comparing my watch and the sun,and gave the order to start at once. For twosolid hours, however, we trudged along in thefearful heat without striking a single familiarobject or landmark. Mabruki murmured loudly;even Mahina expressed grave doubts as to whetherthe "Sahib" had taken the right direction; onlythe Wa Kamba stalked along in reassuringsilence. For some time we had been followinga broad white rhino path, and the great footmarks,of one of these beasts were fresh and plainlyvisible in the dust. He had been travelling inthe opposite direction to us, and I felt sure thathe must have been returning from drinking inthe river. I accordingly insisted on our keepingto this path, and very soon, to my great relief,we found that we were at the edge of theescarpment, a couple of miles away from theplace where we had made the ascent. Here ahalt was called; a sheet was spread over some ofthe stunted trees, and under its shade we restedfor half an hour, had some food, and drank the lastof our water. After this we pushed on withrenewed vigour, and arrived at the Sabaki ingood time before sundown, having bagged acouple of guinea-fowl and a paa on the way toserve for dinner. After the long and fatiguingday my bathe in a clear shady pool was a realdelight, but I might not have enjoyed it quiteso much if I had known then of the terriblefate which awaited one of my followers in thesame river the next day. By the time I gotback to camp supper was ready and fullyappreciated. The tireless Mahina had alsocollected some dry grass for my bed, and I turnedin at once, with my rifle handy, and slept the sleepof the just, regardless of all the wild beasts inAfrica. 2ff7e9595c
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