I am Trayvon
11/08/13 08:09
I am Trayvon. No, you're not. Trayvon is dead. Trayvon Martin. A victim of a senseless murder at the hands of a white man or so it was reported by the press. Returning to his home after walking to local store to score a bag of Skittles and he is gunned down in cold blood. That is what the liberal press would have you believe anyway. Truth of the matter is that he was a punk with an attitude and he had the misfortune to cross paths with a neighborhood watchman who took matters into his own hands after getting into a scuffle with Trayvon. In other words, the watchman was defending himself and had every right to do that under the Stand Your Ground law statute in the state of Florida. Skittleboy was on the wrong side of that argument but was otherwise clueless and paid the price. A steep price for sure but a price nonetheless. It is somewhat old news at this juncture but it was on the tip of my tongue so I thought I'd brave a few words on the subject. Sometimes, when there is a dearth of subject matter it doesn't hurt to touch on matters that have not quite played out in their entirety in the national press. We should have the right to protect ourselves and our interests against those who would presume differently. I don't care that their skin color is the same as mine or not. Although, the statistics about black on black and black on white crime are fairly compelling. The rates are higher amongst black on black but that may have everything to do with proximity. You know what they say about statistics.
It is quite a nice morning here in town with cloudless skies and cool temperatures. It felt like mid September when I got out of bed around 7 but I am not complaining. I looked around for my hoodie and found it hanging just where I left it some months back. It was just like jumping back into the warmth of my bedding but I was on my feet and there was no mistaking that feeling. I chased the coolness away with a cup of java brewed just the way I like it and warmed my hands with the cup while considering my options in the moment. Fast forward a couple of weeks and I'm back to finish what I started. The coolness persists and the weather couldn't be nicer. Evan just came in the door and it's a little after 6 in the morning. WTF. And out the door he went. WTF. He came home long enough for starch and that was it. He stuck his head in the bedroom and said something to his mom that I couldn't hear. He was probably just updating her as to his intentions. My guess is that he hasn't slept all night and there are illicit somethings involved. After watching that show last night on television about meth zombies in San Francisco I'm maybe a little concerned. I hope I'm wrong. Maybe he is just up early with his friends and getting ready for a busy day down in Boston. Whoever said being a parent was easy?
His roommate at Pace is what? Black? Hmmm. I didn't think they did that sort of thing. I wonder how the black kid feels about having a white roommate? He may find more of a kindred spirit in Evan than he thinks possible. Evan can get down with the nigs like nobody's business when he puts his mind to it. He likes the music; the lifestyles; the jargon; the hipness; the blackness; and the get jiggy with it end of things. I wonder if he might consider a black girlfriend? Talk about getting jiggy with it. Evan is no racist so that should come as something of a relief to his new roommate. They will be sharing babes and bongs before the semester is out and I just pray to the baby jesus that the black kid is there to get an education and not just sitting out four years of his life in a dorm room as an alternative to living on the streets. You know how the liberal establishment in these deep blue states go out of their way to try to make it up to the black man after all those years of slavery and such. Who remembers? The liberals do. That's who. Maybe this kid is on the up and up and actually wants an education in order to improve his chances of success later in life. Evan could take something from that if he were so inclined. Having a black bud with an abject dislike for hoes could be a revelation for Evan. A real eye opener. Truth be told, Evan didn't seem to care much about the news. Didn't matter one way or another. ok. We can live with that. I think.
It is quite a nice morning here in town with cloudless skies and cool temperatures. It felt like mid September when I got out of bed around 7 but I am not complaining. I looked around for my hoodie and found it hanging just where I left it some months back. It was just like jumping back into the warmth of my bedding but I was on my feet and there was no mistaking that feeling. I chased the coolness away with a cup of java brewed just the way I like it and warmed my hands with the cup while considering my options in the moment. Fast forward a couple of weeks and I'm back to finish what I started. The coolness persists and the weather couldn't be nicer. Evan just came in the door and it's a little after 6 in the morning. WTF. And out the door he went. WTF. He came home long enough for starch and that was it. He stuck his head in the bedroom and said something to his mom that I couldn't hear. He was probably just updating her as to his intentions. My guess is that he hasn't slept all night and there are illicit somethings involved. After watching that show last night on television about meth zombies in San Francisco I'm maybe a little concerned. I hope I'm wrong. Maybe he is just up early with his friends and getting ready for a busy day down in Boston. Whoever said being a parent was easy?
His roommate at Pace is what? Black? Hmmm. I didn't think they did that sort of thing. I wonder how the black kid feels about having a white roommate? He may find more of a kindred spirit in Evan than he thinks possible. Evan can get down with the nigs like nobody's business when he puts his mind to it. He likes the music; the lifestyles; the jargon; the hipness; the blackness; and the get jiggy with it end of things. I wonder if he might consider a black girlfriend? Talk about getting jiggy with it. Evan is no racist so that should come as something of a relief to his new roommate. They will be sharing babes and bongs before the semester is out and I just pray to the baby jesus that the black kid is there to get an education and not just sitting out four years of his life in a dorm room as an alternative to living on the streets. You know how the liberal establishment in these deep blue states go out of their way to try to make it up to the black man after all those years of slavery and such. Who remembers? The liberals do. That's who. Maybe this kid is on the up and up and actually wants an education in order to improve his chances of success later in life. Evan could take something from that if he were so inclined. Having a black bud with an abject dislike for hoes could be a revelation for Evan. A real eye opener. Truth be told, Evan didn't seem to care much about the news. Didn't matter one way or another. ok. We can live with that. I think.