It’s taken me a few days to calm down enough to write this post about the hate crime murder of 17 year old Trayvon Martin by George Zimmerman
That’s right, I said ‘hate crime murder’. Not even going with the pretense of ‘alleged killer’ since the Sanford, FL po-po’s so fracked up this investigation I only trust the Department of Justice to handle it properly
And you wanna know why it’s possible for rap groups to come up with songs like NWA’s back in the day hit that probably is getting downloaded at a prodigious clip these days.
Trayvon’s killing is not only bringing a fresh round of anxiety for mothers of Black sons Trayvon’s age or younger, it brought back all those memories of the list of ”don’t do this” my parents and grandparents told me and my siblings as we were growing up. And even I forgot a time or two and lipped off to a cop or two after being justifiably angry about jacked up DWB traffic stops.
I am sick of the War on Black People. I’m beyond sick and tired of being sick and tired of young Black kids simply minding their own damned business being presumed by racist white people to be engaged in criminal activity, high, or up to no good.
Why isn’t Zimmerman’s ass in jail? I’m willing to bet if the racial script was flipped Trayvon’s behind would have been arrested and in the Seminole County
Hilton Jail five seconds after the po-po’s arrived at that gated community.
Once again, it reinforces the fact in the USA that no matter what we do, whether we are the president of the United States or some 17 year old kid just getting a late night snack, the lives of Black people don’t mean jack to some people infected with vanillacentric privilege, ignorance and bigotry.
And in some cases it’s justification enough for these bigots to kill us.