The Invisible Man and The ICE-Man

In the wake of the Renee Good shooting, there is another ICE murder that is invisible...like its victim.

White Lives Matter

The “US’ continues a milquetoast reeling in the aftermath of the killing of Renee Nicole Good. Renee was fatally shot by a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agent in Minneapolis on January 7, 2026, resultant of driving her vehicle forward as the agent stood in front of it. Renee was a mother, a daughter, a neighbor and a human being (her politics be damned assuming anyone knows what they were). Renee was the same age as my oldest daughter. However, unlike my daughter, Renee was a white girl. The nation is, at least part of it, “outraged.”

I’ll just assume whatever reflection that beckons to manifest itself predicated upon the reader’s capacity for such things, with the sincere hope that such reflection will be considered an omen; henceforth.

While so-called liberal, “progressives” (WTF does that mean?) and the righteously indignant are keenly aware of the Good killing by ICE engaged in their performative outrage, not a one of them is aware of another murder by ICE. As I complete my mission, I want the reader to ask themselves why they are not. Because, you see, Amerikans have a real problem with why. What, which, when, where, who and how are readily answered in most instances; even if the responses are fabricated or mythologized (as they often are). But why always screws them up and their inherent cognitive dissonance reveals itself which is the true essence of what is misnomered as “white supremacy.” When, in fact, what it really is, is quite the opposite.

Black Lives Don’t Matter

Exactly seven days (one week) before Renee Good was killed by ICE a Black Man in the United States was shot and killed by an off-duty ICE agent on New Year’s Eve in the Los Angeles suburb of Northridge, California. Keith Porter, 43, was fatally shot the night of Dec. 31 in the 17700 block of Roscoe Boulevard. As I enlighten the reader, I want them to ask themselves throughout this piece “why did I not know this”? Then, I want them to ask themselves as the details are presented how they have (and most will) bifurcated the two killings in terms of how one is more, or less, egregious than the other.

That’s right, tap into that white so-called “supremacy” for I am not here to appease, to seek redemption, nor am I here for acceptance. I am here to prosecute. I am here to convict.

The Invisible Man

No matter personal countenance or physical appearance, there are certain literary canons that are prerequisites to being able to discuss a matter with any modicum of credibility sans direct experience. In terms of the existence or, more appropriately, disappearance of the Black Man in the “US” Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man is such a fundamental disquisition. If one has not read and studied it they, by definition, have no standing in terms of participating in any substantive dialogue pursuant to same.

Unlike Renee Good, Keith Porter was a Black Man in the United States. However, similar to Renee Good, Keith Porter was a family man, a father, a son, a neighbor and a human being (his politics be damned assuming anyone knows what they were). And, like Renee Good, people loved him.

According to a statement from the Department of Homeland Security, the aforementioned ICE agent said he heard gunshots outside of his apartment. The “off-duty” Iceman, or Neanderthal (take your pick), lived in the same apartment complex as did his Black and, thusly, invisible victim. The official version of the DHS report states: “The suspected gunfire grew progressively louder, indicating to the officer that whoever was firing a gun was approaching his apartment,” pursuant to a statement released by Tricia McLaughlin, the Assistant Secretary for Public Affairs at the Department of Homeland Security. “The officer took his ICE authorized firearm and left his apartment to investigate. He moved to the ground level and went outside, where he believed the suspected gunfire was coming from.”

Now there are two things that I must divulge in the spirit of full disclosure. First, I was the top student in my Police Report Writing Class, taught by professor Dan Klotz. In fact, I was so good at it that I was tapped to teach other students because, you see, the police narrative is one dangerous motherfucker if wielded in the right hands. It is the chief and quintessential prosecutorial document. The second is, before equivocations and justifications are made, New Years Eve in Southern California is like being in Beirut on a bad night. In fact, most civil air traffic is cut off due to the amount of celebratory gunfire. So don’t even sprout it.

Back to the Gnome’s of D.C. and their report.

DHS said the agent encountered Porter holding what appeared to be a long rifle and ordered him to put it down. “The ICE officer identified himself as law enforcement,” read the DHS statement. “In response, the individual pointed his weapon at the ICE officer. The officer ordered the subject to put the weapon down. When the subject refused to comply, the officer fired defensively with his service weapon at the subject to disarm him. The subject fired at least three rounds at the officer.”

Uh oh, NWAG.

I’m sorry? Excuse me…what’s that acronym you say? Oh, heavens! Why, I thought you knew! How silly of me to make such an arrogant assumption. NWAG means Nigger With A Gun dearest and has been, is and shall remain the ultimate catch all for extrajudicial murder of those like me. And though I am tempted by no less than the devil itself to expound further, I will exercise Herculean discipline and suppress my passions pertinent to this aspect of things.

At least for now.

Mr. Porter’s family disputes the boilerplate DHS narrative pablum and account, saying his gunfire was part of a New Year’s celebration. They are asking for more information as they mourn his death. “He claims he heard gunshots were getting closer to his apartment, but rather than staying at a position of safety, he left his apartment and went downstairs to what would be a position of danger,” said attorney Jamal Tooson with Lessem, Newstat & Tooson during a news conference last week.

Tooson says they’ve spoken with neighbors who say they did not hear an agent identify themselves as Porter’s family and attorney look for answers. They say the ICE officer wasn’t trained for that situation and should have called police and waited for them to arrive. “But instead of staying in his apartment for a trained law enforcement officer from LAPD to respond, he made the premeditated and calculated decision to grab a firearm,” Tooson said.

So as we continue, I want the reader to ask themselves why they are not aware of this event and where is their “outrage.”

The Iceman Inheritance

Consistent with my statement referenced supra regarding Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man, while simultaneously being contrapuntal, no matter personal countenance or physical appearance, there are certain literary canons that are prerequisites to being able to discuss a matter with any modicum of credibility sans direct experience. In terms of the existence or, more appropriately, violence, fear and brutality of the European (aka “white man”) Michael Bradley’s The Iceman Inheritance is such a fundamental disquisition. If one has not read and studied it they, by definition, have no standing in terms of participating in any substantive dialogue pursuant to same.

Both Bradley and Ellison’s works are categorized as “controversial.” This is the game that the European plays; his ultimate prison is word games. Anything that discredits his mythological narratives about himself is marginalized. And, even in the face of the most damning evidence he will deploy, and employ, words that he defines and is the sole arbiter of. He will say and define what is “legitimate” and what is not. He will define what is “credible” and what is not. He does not steal Venezuelan oil, he “seizes” it. He does not commit rape and genocide, he “conquers.” He is not a murderous invader, he is a “colonialist.”

And I am not a goddamned fool, I just look like this.

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Ergo, let us examine, as we wring our hands with hair afire at the goings on in George Floyd’s urban cemetery, why we didn’t know about Keith Porter. Let us Look Inward and ask ourselves why some of us have already made excuses as to why Mr. Porter deserved murder and Ms. Good did not. Because, if I have been effective here I have succeeded in forcing the reader to face their own hypocrisy.

As MLK Day and the annual insult called “Black History Month” looms, I intend on letting Amerika have it. And I will be both brutal and relentless. Though it has taken me many years to realize it, I now know that the issue is not that the so-called “white man” does not see what I see.

It is that he can not see what I see.

I am obviously invisible; and the Iceman is blind.