Today, March 26th, marks one month since Trayvon Martin was shot and killed.
Still, his killer walks free.
I want everyone to look at his picture. Burn it into your memory. This was a child. He was only 17 - and barely so. His birthday had passed a scant two and a half weeks before his death. He was a baby.
And he is dead.
All because of some racist asshole with a god complex. A racist asshole who thought the murder of an innocent, unarmed Black child would “blow over”.
We cannot let that happen. Trayvon, his family, his friends, and the entire Black community deserve justice. They deserve to have their lives, their pain, the struggle recognized and validated. They deserve to be treated as people, and not as expendable commodities to be used and discarded.
But fellow white folks, in order for that to happen, we need to wake the fuck up. We need to recognize the ways in which every single one of us contributes to whiteness, the ways in which we contributed to Trayvon Martin’s death. We need to shut our mouths, and listen when people of color talk about their experiences and lives. We need to stop denying and own up to our racism - not just the racism in the past, but the racism we are complicit in in the present. We need to stop making it about us and our precious fee-fees and more about that precious child and the others like him that have suffered and died at our hands and at the hands of our racism.
And if we don’t? We may as well have looked Trayvon in the eyes and pulled the trigger ourselves.