President Biden has been banging on about George Floyd’s legacy and has invited the multi-millionaire Floyd clan to the White House for canapés and blather.

Apparently, one of the members has snubbed the invitation because they are ‘not happy’ with the proposed policing bill.

You couldn’t make it up. It’s like the Veruca Salt scene from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

This ‘legacy’ is now the big bandwagon project, being determinedly fashioned, and ruthlessly pursued. Accordingly, Floyd’s death as a symbol of racist police brutality, which in turn now has to drive momentum for on a wider scale.

Brutality, yes. Racist brutality, perhaps.

But his legacy? That would be something completely different to the isolated, ringfenced circumstances of his death.

To many, Floyd was longest known for getting mashed on Fentanyl, passing funny money, and threatening members of the public before bashing them.

That was his stock-in-trade and what he has left behind for the world in terms of his personal contribution.

Had the cops just tenderised him with their nightsticks, cuffed and stuffed him, would anybody even have noticed, let alone have cared? It might even have felt like just deserts for violent pond life.

Indeed, the kind of firm action on law and order that was enthusiastically supported following the Capitol incursion.

But back to legacies.

It’s always been strange that a legacy can be assumed following a one-off event rather than the whole history of a substantive career that has been steadfastly and painstakingly forged over a lifetime.

Sports stars know this well.

Bill Buckner Jean van de Velde, and Andres Escobar, for example, could tell you all about how that pans out. Well, Escobar would, had he not had a cap popped into his azz after his World Cup own goal.

You’re only as good or as bad as your last game or the one where you smashed it or bombed.

I can understand that a steadily constructed reputation can fall after a revelation of truth. It does however feel weird that a history of villainy can be brushed aside at the moment a professional perp experiences the bitter taste of victimhood.

George Floyd was of course a victim of crime and deserves to be mourned by his nearest and dearest.

But putting his name on a scholarship or, heaven forfend, a policing bill?

That’s some brass neck, right there.