Toby Keith has released a song that calls for tuff reaction on individual violence. But answering the same way will cause more violence, that will never end:

Well a man come on the 6 o’clock news
Said somebody’s been shot, somebody’s been abused
Somebody blew up a building
Somebody stole a car
Somebody got away
Somebody didn’t get too far yeah
They didn’t get too far

Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that

Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune
We’ll all meet back at the local saloon
We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds
We’ve got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets
It’s time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground
Send ‘em all to their maker and he’ll settle ‘em down
You can bet he’ll set ‘em down ’cause

I would like to comment it with the words of one popular pressman:

Mostly on the racism joint, I give people the benefit of the doubt. I think a tin-ear is more common than straight bigotry. But that said, the more things change the more they stay the same. Keith may not be a racist, but he shares the racist’s need to make Lex Luthor out of lilliputans. The white lynch mobs of old desperately needed to believe in the narrative of villanous black men obsessed with a collective deflowering the South’s virginal white womenhood.