Last Tuesday, Bonnie Sweeten phoned 911 and told dispatchers that two black men carjacked her and her 9-year-old daughter, and stuffed her in the trunk of a Cadillac. Police later discovered evidence that the woman had emptied several bank accounts and stolen a co-workers driver's license before taking her daughter to Disney World.

Not even a year ago, Ashley Todd, a volunteer for John McCain's presidential campaign, called police to report that while she was using a Philadelphia ATM, a black, 6'4" Obama-supporter saw the McCain bumper sticker on her car and attacked her, actually carving the letter B (for "Barack") in her cheek. Charged with filing a false police report, Ms. Todd was sentenced to probation, along with mental health counseling.

And who can forget Susan Smith, who reported to police that she had been carjacked by a black man who drove away with her sons still in the car? The car was found in a nearby lake with the two boys inside and Ms. Smith is now serving life in prison for murder.

I don't mean to stir up a tempest in a teapot, but even the most cursory examination of these stories leads to an inescapable conclusion. Our society is in the midst of an epidemic that political correctness has forced us to ignore, and I for one am furious. It's time we break the silence and face the matter.

We simply cannot continue to allow our innocent white women to be violated by nonexistent black men.

Now, I know: all you bleeding heart liberals are immediately going to launch into debates of whether it's nature or nurture that drives these imaginary black men to crimes against white society. I'll tell you flat out, I don't care! I'm not going to spend another night tossing and turning while wondering if another fine, upstanding white woman is beaten senseless by another imaginary black man!

I've thought long and hard about this, so I'm just going to throw my thoughts onto the table.

I think we should urge our police to use racial profiling. Whenever they see an imaginary black man on the street, they should quiz him about his intentions and frisk him for imaginary weapons. Yes, it's harsh . . . but how easy is it for our poor white women to live in fear? If that doesn't work, I recommend creating an imaginary world in which imaginary black people would live, with imaginary schools, stores, and roads. Only then would I be able to sleep easy, knowing our fair flowers are safe.

Sure, the imaginary black community will call these measures extremist, but what have they done to solve the problem? Instead of bellyaching, maybe they should take some responsibility. Instead of feuding, we should join together knowing we're both working toward the same goal.

It's only through addressing this matter, though, that a solution will be found. With all of us working together, I'm confident we will prevail. Call me a cockeyed-optimist, but I know one day soon we'll turn on the TV news and hear about a nonexistent black man doing something good.