If the anti-snitching movement weren't idiotic enough, it's definitely reached a new plateau:
Robert Tate wasn't ever going to snitch -- not even when it came to his own murder, according to the Chicago Police.
Tate, 17, was shot in the chest as someone approached him on a West Side sidewalk on the evening of April 12, police say. Seeing that Tate was wounded badly and probably wouldn't make it, an officer asked: Do you know who shot you?
"I know," Tate told him. "But I ain't telling you s---."
Here is a kid, laying on the ground, dying. He knows who put him there. And I guess out of the fear of being killed (as if the person who shot him needs another reason to shoot him) or some twisted sense of thug honor, he refuses to "snitch".
Of course in the gun controller's mind, Robert Tate will be counted as one of The Children®, who just happened to be caught in the crossfire. According to his mother, he was a good kid. (Aren't they always?):
But Tate's mother Cynthia Washington doesn't buy it.
She doesn't know how her son -- a "very respectful child" -- could have told police anything as he lay dying on the scene in the 900 block of North Avers.
However, his record tells a different story:
Tate was "in and out" of Nancy B. Jefferson High School, housed in the Cook County Juvenile Detention Center, a Chicago Public Schools spokeswoman said. He had 14 arrests for drugs, weapons and car theft on his rap sheet; a tattoo that read "Make Money or Die;" and a nickname: "C Murder."
Just another day in Chicago, I guess.