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I am not Trayvon Martin.
I am a 40 year old white woman. I have only been pulled over for traffic violations, and even though I broke the law it was easy to play the goofy girl card and get off with a warning. I was caught shoplifting twice as a teenager, but my tears helped me escape those situations. I have never been arrested, handcuffed, or seen the inside of a jail. I have never been bothered when walking on the street at night. I have roamed Los Angeles at age 17 and never encounted a single issue. I have left my house in the dead of night to fetch desperately needed junk food and raised no suspicions. I feel no fear of police officers. I feel no fear for my white children should they encounter police officers. I feel no fear if I wear a hoodie. I am an American citizen of privilege with acceptable white skin. And even though I was raised by a single mother on welfare for several years, and later reconnected with my alcoholic/drug addict father, I am viewed as intelligent, witty, charming, and lovely. When I wear baggy clothes, I am relaxing. If I speak in slang, I am being funny. When I was on state assistance to give birth to my daughter, I was making use of the system then quickly getting on my feet again. I am treated like a human being while I watch people next to me, with darker skin, get treated like animals.
How do we fix this? What can I do? I want to do more. I want to fight harder!