Originally Posted by Fuuma
What's your alias on stormfront?
Can people stop posting those wearenotwhatever on this thread, it serves no purpose but to have a few misguided posters get high on their own superiority and clutters the thread.
The thread is over. Zimmerman is innocent. This thread only exists now for those of us who told you so to gloat about telling you. Why you are bothering to check this thread 5 days after the trial ended is your own fault.
Edited by Harold falcon - 7/17/13 at 10:58am
I am not Trayvon Martin. I am a privileged cis-gendered, heterosexual, “legally" married white woman living in a large Midwestern city. I have more education than 98% of the population because I was privileged enough to be born to white parents who owned a home in a neighborhood with well-funded public schools. And I went to those schools before NCLB. And I received scholarships and fellowships because someone who knew how to apply for those things taught me how because they told me I was entitled to apply for them. I was always told that these things were “for me." I was also told that justice was “for me." That I had a right to protection and justice under the law. That police officers were safe people to approach if I needed help. And this occurred in a neighborhood where stickers of McGruff the crime dog decorated windows, where neighborhood watch programs existed but were wholly unnecessary, and where almost all of the families were white. I grew up thinking every child had this kind of privilege. I grew up never imagining a world where people were suspicious of ME.
For these reasons, as a child or teen, I was never Trayvon Martin.
As an adult I am not Trayvon Martin. First because I have the privilege of seeing the sun rise tomorrow because no one has taken my life. I am still here. But I don’t know what “here" is anymore. I live in a “nice" neighborhood. But it is a neighborhood where I see young black men sitting on the curb, hands cuffed behind their backs, a squad car and two officers pacing around, and I want to know why. I see it constantly and I want to walk over to them and ask, “This is my neighborhood. What on earth is going on? Why have you placed him in handcuffs? Why did you stop him?" There is something so wrong about it. It is always a young black man. I have never seen anyone handcuffed on my street that was not a young black man. And I am NOT okay with it. I feel so helpless because I don’t know what to do. Young black men are stopped and handcuffed for, as it appears to me seeing it weekly, no reason at all. As it appears to me, they are being stopped simply for walking in my neighborhood. They are being stopped because they are young black men. This street is somehow not for them. Why is this street for me but not for them? Why do I get to walk here, any time of day, wearing a hoodie or t-shirt, drinking iced tea (or even wine, dammit!) and have no one be suspicious of me? Because I am white. And THIS is something I find simultaneously heartbreaking and disgusting. I did nothing to achieve whiteness, and yet it makes so many things appear to be “for me." I don’t want it to be like this anymore.