I was visiting my cousin in Harlem when I heard the news.

While waiting for a piece of pound cake I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. My husband was  right in the middle of a few people hunched over the phone of a complete stranger when I heard someone exclaim, “Not guilty!?!”

 

Immediately I knew and my heart sank.

 

It was quickly verified that he was found not guilty for manslaughter, however I felt like a two ton truck was sitting on my chest when later it turned out he was indeed found not guilty on all counts.

As a Black woman living in the United States I cannot say I was surprised. A small part of me already knew there would be no justice for Trayvon, our symbolic little brother.

Sometimes I can be naïve and think that we are living in a postracial America.

 

But then I find myself out with my husband, maybe 10 miles outside of Philadelphia, and a car screaming “Jiggaboo” is speeding past me.

 

My heart literally hurts for Trayvon Martin’s parents because he was murdered for minding his own business. He wasn’t slinging crack rock on the corner, robbing a liquor store, or insert any more obviously stereotypical examples here.

Because of the beautiful hue of his skin, he was labeled as a threat.

What kind of world do we live in where a child can be murdered and the murderer strolls away still wiping the blood off his hands?

 

 

There is no reason that in 2013, I should still be scared for the safety of all the Black men in my family.

I wrote about Trayvon here and I felt compelled to write about him again. Like many people, I took his death personally and knowing that the justice system failed him literally brings tears to my eyes.

 

The justice system failed Trayvon Martin and they failed us.

 

They set the precedence that Black men in America do not matter. Our children do not matter.

 

If this doesn’t force us to spring our collective feet to action, I don’t know what will.

I don’t have answers for what to do next, I’m still too damn angry. All i know is we have to keep the conversation going because Trayvon did not die so that we can let history repeat itself over and over and over again.

So keep signing those petitions, keep going to the  marches, and more importantly keep yourself informed. Ignorance is not bliss, its a death sentence.

Thoughts?

 

 

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