Trayvon Martin |
But that’s all changed. Now you can shoot back. You can “stand your ground.” You don't have to retreat, you can fight, and Floridians have followed the law.
Since it passed, homicides have skyrocketed 200%
Two hundred percent, folks. That’s a lot of murder.
This sick legislation allowed a nut like George Zimmerman to pretend he’s the good guy while hunting for young blacks to lord it over and finally kill. No, I'm not going overboard. I believe that Zimmerman was on his own private mission, and he wasn't going to stop until he pulled that trigger.
George Zimmerman |
But was he justified? Hopefully a jury will decide, but I can’t believe that they’d find this man innocent. Let’s face it, Zimmerman had a problem. What kind of crazy calls the cops constantly?
Yet when he shot and killed an unarmed boy—while running an errand for his sister and on the phone with his girlfriend—the cops never questioned it? Must be because Trayvon was black and Zimmerman wasn’t.
And this law about standing your own ground told him he was justified.
This allowed George to make up any story he wanted, and the Sanford cops believed every word, probably thanking him for his service because no investigation was ever conducted.
They didn’t measure Zimmerman’s alcohol level or administer a drug test. The guy shot, killed, and walked away Scot free. Yeah! Go cops and the NRA!
And Zimmerman almost got away with it. It took 26 days for the black community to come together, screaming foul until reality spread through the country and one million people signed a petition. Zimmerman, the honored citizen, ran for cover.
Sanford police chief, Bill Lee |
And Sanford police chief Bill Lee finally took a temporary leave. How about making it permanent? If the man can’t see the injustice of killing an unarmed teen, he needs to be stocking shelves in Publix from midnight to dawn. Anywhere but in the position of making intelligent decisions.
I look at Trayvon’s pictures every day on the internet and see a kind, gentle boy. He was beautiful. Then I look at the hurt in his parents’ eyes, their sadness so engulfing, the wound so driven, it will takes years to heal, if ever.