“A cry for help” – when hoodrats assume fancy White people’s language to explain base behavior away.


“A cry for help” must now be, in our infantilized post-modern, psycho-therapeutic culture, the ultimate orgasmic exculpation thugs venture when they seek to wipe their hands clean of their own venal, animalistic actions. And now, the New York Times appears to be honoring such tradition by validating such bullshit.


For instance, today they printed this tripe.


The events (those which coincidentally cried for help) surround the attention-whore hoodlum antics of Shaniah Lord (yeah, just guess) from Manhattan’s Lower East Side who displayed her ghetto wares all over Facebook’s new “Live” stage show.


(BTW, ghetto wares = “shit ah stole.”)


On this day, March 26, her live feed took some strange turns. Looking back, her sister, Shaquana Lord, 28, called it “a cry for help.”


In the video, Ms. Lord reached for something off-camera. It was a woman’s New Jersey driver’s license, and she held it up to the screen.
“Anybody know a white girl that looks like this?” she asked. “We could get money.”
Several minutes later, she approached the camera again, this time with a black purse, and pulled out a handful of gift cards.
“Holler at me,” she sang, “if you need a giftie.”
Then she seemed to catch herself, saying: “I don’t need to be on Facebook like this. I’m not that type of person.” She added, “People don’t like me because I get money.”
There is no mention of theft in the video, or of how the cards and the license came to her. Ms. Lord, who grew up in Queens and sometimes lived with her grandmother on Stanton Street in Manhattan, had been arrested before, in January, and was charged with stealing a purse from a boutique a few blocks away. That case was pending. But her family hoped she had turned things around.
Her sister said the pictures Ms. Lord frequently posted suggesting a glamorous life — a new ring, new nails, selfies in boutiques — hid a need for attention. She was running around with the wrong crowd, her sister said, and her actions in the video may have been for show.
“Just because she had them doesn’t mean it was hers,” Shaquana Lord said.
On April 21 around 2 a.m., a woman in the Greenwich Treehouse bar in the West Village realized her purse was gone, her iPhone with it, the police said. The woman used the Find My iPhone app and tracked it to an address on West 14th Street — another bar, McKenna’s Pub. She went there and recognized a woman from the first bar, she told the police. She told a doorman, who alerted the police.
The suspect was arrested. It was Ms. Lord. The police recovered the woman’s purse and more.
There was a backpack that had been reported missing two hours earlier from Bill’s Bar and Burger on Ninth Avenue, with a laptop and wallet. Its owner had been eating, the bag on the floor, and looked down to find it missing. Officers also found property from a purse that had been taken from a couch at Gaslight Lounge in the meatpacking district the night before, the police said.
Ms. Lord was charged with grand larceny. She remained at Rikers Island last week, her Facebook page dormant and her sister hoping her life stabilizes.
Ms. Lord would seem to agree. In that video, she raised one more item to the camera: a passport. She flipped through the pages and sang, “Come see the world with me.”



The NYT article, with its heralded headline, Before a Larceny Arrest, a ‘Cry for Help’ on Facebook, implies that perhaps this idiocy was in fact a cry for help.  Too legit.


My ass. The only cry for help in such cases is that plea the hoodlum exclaims to ward off the repercussions for taking that attention whore social media gig a little too far and finally being called to the carpet for it.


If Lord insists on the mundane “cry for help” cop-out, the least the New York Times could do is not cop out to it in their public headline.


The jury has thus been tainted.