R.I.P Trayvon. But really, how can you? Or we?

Trayvon Benjamin Martin (February 5, 1995 – February 26, 2012)

Trayvon Benjamin Martin
(February 5, 1995 – February 26, 2012)

I have been told by people that to be successful you shouldn’t discuss things like politics or religion unless you are in those fields. Don’t be controversial. Don’t take sides. You don’t want to offend people. Well I always say what I want. Screw what anyone thinks. I would prefer that people who think that that KILLER Zimmerman should have gotten off not buy my books anyway. Just so you understand, in case you are my “friend” on Facebook or follow on Twitter or read my blog, my books have Black people and interracial marriage, and same sex couple marriage. They are full of characters that would have been in favor of a first degree murder charge. Because make no mistake, that guy went out wanting to shoot someone. He couldn’t wait for the day when he would get the chance. He was a cop wannabe loser. And still is. Keep that in mind you six jurors. Keep in mind what you let back out on the streets. It could be your kid he finds ‘suspicious’ next. The fact he didn’t know he would run into Trayvon that particular night makes it no less premeditated. I mean really, do you carry a gun to go to Target? Although for the first time in my life, I briefly considered getting one, having the need for one. But then I would need to be sure I could be the fastest shot. This guy’s mouth watered over the chance. Zimmerman’s brother said, on CNN, that he’s worried vigilantes will take the law into their own hands. I believe you would call that ironic. And look at the racist tweets the brother made back in March. Sure, he apologized, but that doesn’t make him less racist. And the view of one brother is not the view of the other necessarily. But I dunno, I’m liberal. My sister, who lives for many years now in an ultra conservative area, is liberal. My half-brother, who has lived his entire life in an ultraconservative area, is liberal. The acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree. Although, I am not sure it was about race. I do think it could just as well been my Irish son, in a hoodie, walking in the rain, carrying his Skittles and ice tea, maybe just a little high and enjoying just walking in the rain looking around. And let’s talk about that little bit high. First, traces of marijuana stay in your bloodstream for thirty days so who knows when Trayvon smoked it. And as everybody with half a brain knows, weed makes you mellow. It does not make you go out and attack someone. I guess I really am naïve. I never thought the verdict would go this way. No matter how many times I have seen how little real justice there is in this country, I always hope for the best. Okay, this time you’ve convinced me. There is no justice in this country. Because my husband is ready to gag me at this point, I will let this old guy scream and yell what I want to scream and yell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBHqlfjPyu0&feature=youtu.be

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2 thoughts on “R.I.P Trayvon. But really, how can you? Or we?

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  2. I wanna read your books after reading this!!! :))) Your characters seem like what my world is like… friends of every color, every sexuality (yeah I know some tri-sexuals…lol) and of every age. I was a little bit afraid of posting that letter on my site for the same reason as you…. I didn’t want to offend anyone. But like you… I have always done what I wanted to do… and spoke my truth…. so I shared how I felt. It’s comforting to meet people that feel the way I do. Thank you for taking the courage to share your thoughts on this issue. 🙂

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