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Trayvon Martin’s Unforgivable Blackness

I’ve been in something of a fog for a few days over this situation.  Maybe because I’m a father of a Black young man and I have several nephews who wear hoodies and drink iced tea and eat Skittles.  I don’t think being Black, male, wearing a hoodie, drinking iced tea or eating Skittles is any justification to be shot down like a rabid dog by some douchebag with a gun.

And maybe it’s something closer to a cold rage.  Not a burning one.  I’m not ready to pick up a gun or a brick or a torch and burn something to the ground.  It’s not that kind of anger.  It’s a cold feeling of absolute hatred.   Hatred for George Zimmerman.  Hatred for his kind of paranoia and suspicion that makes all Black men guilty and never proven innocent.  Hatred for the Sanford police department covering up for Zimmerman and hatred for the apologists whom if they only had the nerve would like to publicly cheer his actions.

Apologists like the loathsome and repulsive Larry Elder.  A crazed Negro neo-coon from Cali who went on television to talk like a fool just fallen out of a tree that the Martin murder is a civic, NOT, a criminal case.

The first thing–THE VERY FIRST THING–that has to be done when the world finally becomes a better and finer place is to stuff Uncle Tom assholes like Larry Elder into a goddamn bottle and throw it out with the rest of the trash on its way to the landfill. The way sell-outs like Elder can be apologists for murder frankly turns my stomach.

Larry Elder is the worst kind of Uncle Tom.  That’s a phrase that has lost some of its luster, but any Black man who would attempt to justify the murder of an unarmed and innocent teenager isn’t Black.  He’s not even much of a man.  He’s a Uncle Tom.

Back in the day he would have been the bastard who sold his own people to the captain of the slave ship and walked away whistling a happy tune.  House Negroes don’t come much happier than this jigaboo.

Elder is about as useful as wet toilet tissue. Please God, just let me and Elder and my metal baseball bat all converge in the same blind alley one day.   I’d love to beat his bitch ass into the ground.

The Three Stooges: Afro, Larry and Rochester

The coldness has not abated.  Whenever it feels like it just might be ready to ebb, another splash of ice lands heavily on my heart.  The latest drop came from Trayvon’s 16-year-old girlfriend coming forward to reveal she was talking on the phone to him in what would be the last moments of his life.

“He said this man was watching him,” the girl said. “So he put his hoodie on, said he lost the man. I asked Trayvon to run, and he said he was going to walk fast, I told him to run but he said was not going to run.”

Trayvon was probably feeling a mixture of confusion (why is this guy following me?) and fear (what does he want?), but he called up enough of his youthful courage that while he might quicken his steps, damned if he were going to run.

If his last act of courage didn’t cost him Trayvon Martin his life it couldn’t save it either.

But what do I know?  I am after all a Black male.  My biases are clear for the world to see.

As a responsible American journalist this is the part where I am supposed to say how George Zimmerman is innocent and he deserves his day in court and to let the legal system do its work.  I’m supposed to say that, but right now I don’t believe any of it.

It doesn’t matter if Zimmerman is innocent until proven guilty because Florida’s overreaching “stand your ground” law may make it unnecessary for him to worry about his innocence because even if he is guilty he could escape punishment.

So screw the civics lessons. This has happened before and it will happen again. We will be reassured that cooler heads must prevail and the system will fix its mistake and let’s all have a Coke and a smile.  I don’t want to cool down and I don’t want to stop feeling this hate I’m feeling.  I’m not hearing any of that crap. I care about as much as Zimmerman’s innocence as he cared about the young man’s life he stole.

All Zimmerman could see was Trayvon’s skin color.  His unforgivably Black skin.  The bullet killed Trayvon, but the color of his skin condemned him in a crazed racist’s eyes.

Frankly, I hope Zimmerman burns in hell.  And he can tale Larry Elder with him.

If a society permits one portion of its citizenry to be menaced or destroyed, then, very soon, no one in that society is safe. The forces thus released in the people can never be held in check, but run their devouring course, destroying the very foundations which it was imagined they would save.

~ James Baldwin

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