Trayvon Martin was murdered last month…on February 26, 2012…shot dead by a stranger.
He committed no crime.
He was not armed.
Though some may claim there was a scuffle…the facts emerging now indicate that Trayvon’s murderer stalked him for a significant amount of time before approaching and then killing him.
Trayvon Martin was murdered.
His killer remains free.
And I’m not surprised.
I can’t even describe to you how hollow it is to not be able to achieve surprise.
I live with the constant fear that this type of shit will happen to my cousins, friends, or my 42 year old brother who often looks like he’s up to something or on something because he’s autistic.
No, I’m not surprised.
I am outraged.
Outraged that the killer may find shelter behind Florida’s Stand Your Ground law.
I’m outraged…that the police failed to follow proper procedure.
…that a murderer walks free.
…that the Martin family had this beautiful young man taken from them.
I’m outraged for Trayvon Martin.
Because Trayvon Martin was…unarmed.
Trayvon Martin was…walking home.
Trayvon Martin was…stalked.
Trayvon Martin was…hunted.
Trayvon Martin was…atttacked.
Trayvon Martin was…shot.
Trayvon Martin was…murdered.
Trayvon Martin was…17.
The living are left to demand the arrest of his killer...justice stands naked before the world, every flaw on public display...and another mother clings to memories of a child gone to God.
No justice and no peace.