Who knows what he would have become? After all, this is America where life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are guaranteed. He might have been President of the United States, he might have been head of some multinational corporation and a billionaire, or a devoted husband and loving father of his own beautiful children with a very prominent position in some New York City consultancy.

But he will be none of those things because he no longer exists. No one, after his funeral today, will ever again hear this baby’s name, although there may be a few mentions tomorrow not of little Davell, but of what is sure to be described as a movingly emotional eulogy given by The Reverend Al Sharpton. Who else? No, he and his name will no longer exist, because they are inconvenient to the far-far-left media’s narrative to admit that he even existed, much less that he was killed by an animal or animals of his own race. God Forbid that we would ever admit that.