Two Cheeseburgers, Onion Chips and a Side of Death

Almost a year ago, a 350 lb Black Man named Nathaniel Jones was visiting a proud Cincinnati Landmark: The original White Castles: the first location of the restaurant ever built that launched the chain into the cult success that the Beastie Boys continue to praise today.

This visit was special. Nathaniel, the father of two described as "eternally jolly" by his family was dancing an exceptional version of the moonwalk apparently brought on by a small taste of PCP that only a cheesburger could cure. When this dance became disturbing to the clientele, he was approached with weapons by several officers. His large stature was described as a terrifying threat in and of itself. This gave the officers the necessary authority to beat him in to submission and arrest before the four themselves could be harmed by an awkward dance move. Hours later, Jones was dead from the beating. He became the 18th unarmed black man killed in Cincinnati by the police since 1995.

Today on my way to work, I checked the road sign at White Castles hoping for a special to die for.

The sign read "WE SUPPORT OUR LOCAL POLICE".