I found myself at a local watering hole, watching a Rangers game. Suddenly a cheer arose, had the Rangers clinched it? Was there a home run? Did someone make an awesome game saving play?
Nope, on the 3rd TV that no one had previously been watching, a graphic was displayed, George Zimmerman had been found not guilty of murdering Trayvon Martin.
And in small town Texas, they cheered.....
I dont even know where to begin, I was disgusted by the reaction of a room full of people who were cheering the death of a young man!
"What is wrong with you people" I wanted to shout, "What if it was your child?" I thought to myself!
As I fought to keep down my dinner I could not leave the bar fast enough, how could anyone in their right mind find this to be a good thing, worthy of celebration??
For the record, I actually grew up in central Florida, about 20 minutes from Sanford. My son is Trayvon's age, and ironically enough, loves skittles and Arizona tea, and like most teenagers, has a healthy lack of respect for authority, has experimented with drugs (friggin duh), and would have gladly beat the SHIT out of George Zimmerman given the chance and the same circumstances. My guess is this encounter would have never played out for one simple and tragic reason...
My son is white.
George Zimmerman profiled, stalked, confronted, assaulted and ultimately murdered a teenager for nothing more than walking while black.
And in small town Texas they cheered...
You people make me fucking sick!