In the world we live in today,
People love to dismiss accusations of racism with a roll of eyes and the assumption that its just an overly sensitive individual crying wolf.
Racial stereotypes are alive and well.
Racism brews beneath a barely concealed surface.
It is passed down from one generation filled with ignorance and hate,
On to the next.
People embrace what they have been taught,
And teaching hate is second nature for people around the world and yes, in America.
By now, virtually the entire country knows the name of Treyvon Martin;
A seventeen year old boy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time,
And was confronted by the wrong person.
He will never know his fame.
He will never graduate from high school.
He will never hug his parents again.
He will never get to grow up and have a family of his own.
He will never take another breathe.
He is dead.
Being black, and wearing a hooded sweatshirt in a white neighborhood.
Walking home on the phone with a bag of skittles for his brother,
He was deemed “suspicious” by a man,
And so that man felt the need to take Treyvon’s life.
A bullet to the chest for walking down the street is legal?
How can this be?
How can it be legal to kill a young black man for no other reason than his presence makes you uncomfortable?
How can such hate be tolerated?
How can a person put a bullet in the chest of an unarmed child,
And walk away scot free with the simple claim of self-defense?
They cannot be allowed to.
We cannot let this happen.
Because once behavior like this is tolerated again,
All we have gained over the last half a century since the civil rights movement,
My husband is black,
And all four of my sons are bi-racial.
Although their blood is just as white as it is black,
They will be identified by the world as “black.”
I have no problem with that,
But many people do.
We live in a predominantly white community,
And so this scenario could very well happen in my own backyard.
The thought of my children walking down a street as young men,
And a man being able to shoot them dead for no other reason than the fact that my son being on his street makes the man feel threatened,
Makes my blood boil.
It does something inside of me that I cannot explain.
What kind of sick, twisted police officers responded to that 911 call?
How could they see that young man laying there,
With a bullet to the chest and a bag of skittles for his little brother,
And not feel the same rage that I do?
How can any of you hear about Treyvon’s story and not feel a righteous anger and a burning desire for justice?
How can Zimmerman be allowed to walk free,
While an innocent child that he slaughtered is laying in the ground?
As I read the details of that night in dozens of articles my rage only intensifies.
People say far too often that racism is no longer an issue and people need to stop being so sensitive.
Each time I hear those statements I have to fight with all my might to keep from smacking them.
The only person who can say that racism is dead is a person who is too blind to see it effecting others,
And has never in fact experienced it for themselves.
The fact that they have never been a victim does not make racism dead,
It simply makes them one of the few lucky ones;
Or simply too ignorant to be able to identify it.
One thing that has made me the most angry is that Zimmerman’s family actually have the audacity to say “Zimmerman has many black friends and family members,” as though that somehow means he cannot be a racist.
News flash: a black person marrying into your family, or being nice to a black neighbor, or ever being friends with a black person, does NOT mean that you are not guilty of ever stereotyping.
It does NOT mean that you are incapable of committing an act of racism,
And it certainly does NOT make Zimmerman anything but guilty of murder.
As the country erupts with a call for justice,
We must take a look at our own hearts.
If you feel that burning desire to help,
Do something and sign and share the petition to Florida authorities demanding justice.
If you feel nothing,
Then ask yourself what it is in your heart that does not wish for justice for an innocent life lost.
Our America is supposed to be a country of freedom,
A country of equality,
And a country of justice.
We have fought long and hard,
Countless lives have been lost defending this land,
And those lives need to be honored by us doing our part and making sure that people pay for their crimes.
What are we made of?
If we don’t stand up and fight this system,
And demand that a killer be tried for his crime,
It will never end.
More lives will be lost,
More families shattered,
More children murdered in cold blood.
We cannot allow future generations to grow up in a land where you can legally be executed for walking down a street at night.
We cannot let this happen.
I urge you to fight and band together and refuse to be silenced.
Without justice in this land,
We will never know peace.
Fight for our children,
For the America of tomorrow.
Fight for the peace we all so desperately desire.
Fight for what is right,
And do not stop until good has defeated evil.
The blood of the innocent cries from the ground,
Do not turn a deaf ear to its plea.
Do what is good and noble,
For if not you and I,